Beat I
[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
MKThePlug
M1OnTheBeat
MKThePlug
TeeWizz
[Verse 1: Digga D]
3-piece in a bag, Kentucky
ST and Banks went live so I got round instantly with the brucky
Them boy try run, let off two from the drum
But they never caught none, they're lucky
Press on hammers, I ain't got no manners
His baby mum gave me ucky (Bitch)
I swear that Anti got chinged (Ching)
Gwopz, ST, AD and Tugz and both of them pussyhole twins
Lightskin made Young TeeWizz swim (Come on)
Opp block settings, on violent things
I'm going equipped, peds and whips, hand on hips
If Jeezy tripped then he would've been pissed
If Jeezy tripped then he would've got dipped (Calvin)
Creepz tried draw me out when I was locked in jail
Is he fucking dumb? (Solly)
How can his bredrin shoot up his yard and nearly murder his mum? (Some dickhead)
That happened a few months back
And what has he fucking done?
He's wearing General's trackie in Trap Goes Dead
He's a fucking bum
[Chorus: Digga D]
Who them man tryna draw out? (Who?)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
Who them man tryna draw out? (Who)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Like loud)
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Gang)
[Verse 2: Sav'O]
When I shank man up, man tear through guts
Man, I stab for the kill
These niggas keep talking my name
This shit's about to get real (Real)
Wet man down til his heartbeat stops
JS, I ain't got no chill (1011)
1011 on volts, us man make bands and us man drill (Drillers)
Remember that day? It was me, ZK, TY and my bro, Loose1 (GAS Gang)
Jump out the whip, man try run
I caught him and I chinged that punk (Dickhead)
Talk on my name, them boy there gay
I fucked man's baby mum (Normal)
Any estate, back that blade
Bro know how to dip man's lungs
Jail two times, on the wing with the gang
Back that rambz, Creepz Sav done dashed
Back that pole, ST got whacked
And I stepped in a rave and a man got splashed (Some dickhead)
Niggas think they can beef me
Ducked down Longz and I ducked down Jeezy
Young Rev ran two times, he's neeky
All the opp thots are mad too needy (Some badders)
Peng gyal on man from kway
Man dick that down til I'm feeling pleased (Uh huh)
Bros dem been hitting stains (Mhm)
My bros, dem trap in the streets (Normal)
Get caught by four of their dons and we all gave them four, then I made 16 (Ching)
Still got gloves and ballies on faces when we go Bush McD's (Some dickhead)
[Chorus: Digga D]
Who them man tryna draw out? (What?)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it)
Who them man tryna draw out? (Me?)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it)
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
[Verse 3: Horrid1]
Niggas know that I'm back
You want Kim Kardash? Yeah bro, I can get that (Bow)
Man back out the mash and make your car dash
Man know I'll press that (Skrr)
Jakes had man in Wano and Scrubs, that's a minor setback (It's calm)
Back that dots, aim that high
Live-O, man press that (Bow)
Man try say that I run with my sword
Is he fucking dumb?
Run up in the shop and chopped my man
And he went and snitched to his mum (Remz)
All this talk on my name
How many times have I made you run? (Sorry)
TeeWizz got splashed and died, and I don't feel sorry for his mum (Wizz)
[Chorus: Digga D]
Who them man tryna draw out? (What?)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it)
Who them man tryna draw out? (Me?)
Could never be me
The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out
I dipped like four of them neeks
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it)
I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans
Man get smoked like trees
Beat II
[Verse 4: Sav'O]
Heard there's jakes in the P but I'm still hitting corn with the ramz on my hip
TY got the drop on the opps so we slide 'round there let me ching that prick
Smashed down packs in the ends in my ding-dong swerve and I dodged that quick
'Been in the glide from young, man back my ramz and I made man swim (Swim)
Us man ain't like them man, we don't lie 'bout the things that happened
One yute spoke shit on Insta, one week later he got himself splattered (Ching)
Man love chat for their broskis, WorkRate, tell me the work that you mashin'
Get man down on the mains [?] don't care 'bout a splashin'
We do things that they wish they did
Man try run off and still got chinged
Free all the guys locked up on the wing
Young Remz got splashed and he went and snitched
Them man snitch to jakes and still bang, like, that could never be my gang
Get 'round there 2 peds 4 men, man lurk 'round there and they hide in flats
[Verse 5: TY]
All my niggas there them active, we got guns and whippin' up yola
Same day little bro got cheffed, same day I slapped 2 rambos in that motor
I bussed my man's head open it would've 'been peak if I had my soaker
If I back my flick on an opp, aim for the face or the chest no lower
Me and JSav on the ride see an opp in the glide that's a non-stop poking
I'm on the way back to the ends from the opp block did a man dirty like [?]
You can get yourself whacked out on the mains for talkin' that shit on my bro'nem
Like, all of this snow in the kitchen, got me like "Yo dog" it's lookin' like Polar
Let me make this one clear
Bullets just missed on air
Sav12's mom nearly got wigged and he ain't on my man, that shit's so weird
Diss TeeWizz and you might get bun, but no-ones 'been bun 'round here
Tables turn I would've 'been in your' hood with that 4 door whip in gears (Skrr)
[Verse 6: Sini Sayso]
Take a man's things and cut, never will I run that back
And the feds wanna' took 'nuff G-s off the roads so I know that them opps are happs'
Ice touched wing moving horrid, little bro, he's all so gassed
How many times have I done poured juice and now I trynna' break and buy some waps
And they say it's all fun and games, 'till they see bloodstains and a man got whacked
I know about losses and winnings, I put my pain in my rap
If them man are going all timid, then you know they can't roll with the gang
Cah' out on the field it's different, shit doesn't always go to the plan
I'm out late night on bikes from early, 'been baggin' up late nights and the morning
Interview room I should've said "No comment", but instead I said "I was touring"
Free my nigga Striker locked in the can, but there's still a couple man that's out here scorin'
Trynna' do with all the roadside politics, got me feelin' like I'm Jeremy Corbyn
Sini Sayso don't say much, Kojo Funds ish, man I'm done talking
More time I step with a dipper on me, cuz' these yutes get too big for their' Jordans
I know some gunners that will never walk alone, cah' they drop man like [?]
And bro used to love get busy with the chrome, but it's fucked cah' they got him deported
[Verse 7: Loose1]
Now let me get back to the trap
More time I just mish and mash
Reloadin' a pack, get it gone then dap
Man get splashed for thinkin' they bad
'Nuff time I jumped out whips and they dashed
They trip up, fall and get stabbed
Why you think shh shh got splashed?
Why you think shh shh got splashed?
HD, Horrid1 that's bro
One hand on the ped, one hand on the pole
R.I.P he was way too slow
That means rest in piss, in case you didn't know
I gotta' get rid of this crow, don't care if it's rain, sunny or snow
Get that pack all ghost, then it's opp block settings up O
125 or 3 double 0, can't tell me 'bout ridin', cah' I know 'bout smoke
Trip that guy, slip up, get poked
Gang gang, fuck Trident, lockin' my bros
#Violence, money and hoes
Bruck it back down cah' we doin' up loads
And I push it on the M on [?] Road
On [?] Road
[Verse 8: MSkum]
Them man love chat, but never get 'round
Score one point, now it's talk of the town
That's why I call them man some clowns
Face on me turning lightskin, ask brown
Phone up Dappz, like let's slide now
Real talk, I'mma tryna leave a opp fouled
Jump out on violence, like boom bow
On the red bricks, man's lurksie
Tryna smoke man like [?]
Bro got a pump, looking all earthy
Dial up Big J cah he's worksie
I'm OJ, I don't play
I'm 12World with a K
I'll do it broad day, them man just dash off like a race
Them man just dash fast like a horse
Is Skum involved? Of course
Man been outside from young like a whore
Man bring that violence straight to mans door
Don't dive in the beef, that's silly
Man leave tops red like old Trizzy
Man got skengs but dash from the wizzy
And the dotty come long just like mans willy
[Verse 9: Sav'O]
1011 gang, 15 inch when I step, are you mad?
These 12World yutes, they don't fucking bang
Don't score on us and they lie on tracks
Dip man's chest or inject man's belly
Pull up on their' yard and stain their' breadies
We, chinged up their boys already
Caramel gyal on man, too sexy
Pull up on their' block and shank man up
Things and stuff, tear through guts
Nigga you 'ready know that's us
Smash down yutes [?] your' blood
Do it then dust
Dappz just aim for the face, JSav man aim for the lungs
'Been in the glide, 'been in the glide from young
And none of my g-s 'been touched
Beat III
[Verse 10: Horrid1]
They see Horrid1 and they panic
He backed out the mash try slap it
Man ducked him down I still stabbed it
Man know that I'm active
I'm a savage
Back out the rams, man know I do damage
Chef man down the pussy is planking
Bitch, suck my dick I ain't bashing
Dishing out Teewizz packs in the ends
Man bring that gyal from kway to suck off all of my friends
Man been round there on a 1-2 ped
Lying, 3 double 0 instead
Luger bells in the back with the skeng
Free Jaz and Rago, my bros them mense
Caught Longz on the wing and they smashed his head
[Verse 11: Digga D]
Trap mash, get bread, man whip zeds
2 [?] filled up with bissheads
Them man there talking trap, they ain’t seen 10 bags, them niggas some dickheads
Diss T1 and you might get bun, what? Them man there bluffing
How many times have the mandem said "Teewizz" and they ain’t done nothing?
Interview room, feds talking 'bout burners
I got a pending case, 2 attempted murders
Man got lunch, spots in cunch, I just need some workers
10 plus 1 we lurkers
Earners and lurkers, finna' whip that shit, close the curtains
[Verse 12: SkatBoogie]
Grabbed him, got him
Ching, ching, dip-splash, I stabbed him
I bussed case for a madness
A finger on my ring that's magic
We're some violent addicts
The paigons can't manage
Shottys, swords and daggers
Believe me, I'm a savage
They see me in the flesh and vanish
The opp boys, they panic
Run, trip up, drop, get severed
I'll get man down, no ramping
I've been 'round there on a gangting
[Verse 13: TeeRose]
6 man deep, park in the back, you don't wanna' get splattered
Nigga don't lack 'pon road cause you might get your' grown ass captured
LJ got splashed like a bitch, got him down with the gang on a madting
21 holes in the uh, like how you wanna' talk about active?
I [?] stretch that yute, like real talk, man are just baffling
Got bangs in the [?], Shukz also splashed him
It's a mad ting, sad, when I hop out the cab
Get your' bredrin whacked, rude boy get whacked
My 1011 nigga came down for the gang
Run one lap when you see my batch
RL K? I don't know 'bout that
Shout T, shout K, my gang
[Verse 14: Taze]
Goddamn sinner
How many times did I get 'round in that bruck-down bimmer?
Go gorilla, ask my nigga, I'm the olympic chinger
She held my shh, she's realer
Said they want war, I got that car and put my niggas in dingers
Step on your' block, no warning
Tourin' opp blocks since morning
Like somebody haffi get a cornin'
Won't come out your' house, don't force it
[?]
Stand them back, they all in my gang
Like, who's Loose?
One of them spilled that juice
[?] an opp with two shanks
Two big bells not two blanks
On you and your' crew, fam
What you gonna' do, gang?
[?]
Russ my blood, my shugga
I couldn't ride, he would've
Skrr and skudda
Push man, I'm still [?]
Main road rip man's hood up
[Verse 15: Russ Millions]
Opp girls love Russ, always ask for hugs
Ten times three, soon put him in mud
Your' babe's on me cuz I'm wicked and bad
I've been 'round there trynna [?] them mugs
Rock with the dotts, whole block got shake
Your' boy got-got, you're off estate
That's your' guy, why you leave your' mate?
Facetime live, restructure your' face
Tweak on the net 'bout gang, it's calm
Direct shots when I stretch my arm
Shh got drenched three times, oh lard
Burn that off, dishin' out red cards
Wet man's chest, fishin' out man's heart
On point like darts
This car stall, auto go-kart
[?]
Beat IV
[Verse 16: Loose1]
I can do a whole 32 'bout chingings
Tell you 'bout the numerous times
That man have been got with the 15 inches
But I'd rather talk about trap
Straight to the pyrex whipping
Two in a blue in the kitchen
Can't you hear the water drippin'?
Man search and destroy, no COD
Been tryna' score on the opps
Little ZK love itching
On missions, that's holes in tops
I love when I see blood dripping
No fibbings, I'm a dilligent don
Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on
Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on
Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on
[Verse 17: Sav'O]
Step on streets and I pepper down beef
The opps 'dem lie 'bout the score, that's mad
How many times have I been in the glide
And the opps they dash with their shanks in hands
Niggas think they're on this thing
12World niggas lie and they hide in flats
How many times have my broski grabbed that dotts and let that crash?
Let it crash on all of your' friends
Them boy they talk on us but they don't feel safe in the 11 or 10
Man heard there was opps in the ends
I don't step with one, I got two instead
Don't talk on my name, that's dead
I don't ching, that's jokes, that's fucking ments
Free Rackz, that's bro from the wing
Man tear through guts and rip man's skin
Back that dotts on the yute that's flexing
Take off your' watch and your' ring
Niggas love talk on my name
But live in the flesh, they don't say these things
Got rambos and bruckys, opp block settings
Make one of them dissapear
Like, black my blade let him have it
Free Striker, that's bro, he's too savage
How you talking beef with no mashes?
Splashed, in his head, that's brain damage
Talking smoke but don't beat no corn
KaySav, niggas know what he's on
Digga D, ten-toes for the dotts
MSkum on volts, nigga know that's my don
Beat V
[Verse 18: TY]
Man a big man up in this ting
Man I don’t take pattern, man I don’t take chat
One phonecall from the gang
Get 'round there with a wap on the ped
None of these opps wanna' buck me
Spend 4 bills on the whip
It came with tints and I got it off Gumtree
And it came with tints, and I got it off Gumtree
Opps them pissed cah bro went hard in the trap and he spent it on a pumpy
How you talkin' bout when I got chinged
Like I never had 30 man doing cross country
I ain't nuttin' like them
Aim for the chest, not bum cheek
44 long, that's rusty
Digga D clap that once
And since that day man he turn to a gun freak
1011 gang that's normal
I don't wanna hear no chat
You ain't mashed no work in your hood, that's awful
20 man bussed that corner
When I came round your hood on my own in a 4 door
And I ain't on no small talk
Ching ching man down for the gang
And I leave the opp boy's family just mournful
Beat VI
[Verse 19: Sav'O]
Like I fucked that bitch one time, now she think's she's prestige
Bitch don't drop your knickers, I beg you just get on your knees
And the opp boys lie for the fans, like really who you tryna please
Big rambo 'pon my side when I step outside on streets
Like whack my man in his face and he thought I was gonna freeze up
Man better dash off fast, before push bikes pull up
That's me, KaySav, Digga D, and broski MSkum
Dont think twice about tearing skin, man know I don't stunt
Live in the flesh I don't hear that stuff, man know I'm on crud
And if you're talking West London then you must be talking 10 or 11
Paigons act for the net but they ain't on shit, soon learn their lesson
All the lies on my name, it's irrelevant
Yeah I dip man down to a skeleton
Pussyhole dashed off fast, man better run when he sees man stepping
No face no case and leathers
That's your girl, man buss in her mouth
Like free all my guys let's get it
Like free all my guys let's get it, let's get it
Like free all my guys let's get it
[Verse 20: Digga D]
About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him
Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in
Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking
Do what I came to do then I'm skrring
In the ride with bros, man's swerving
Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning
These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning
About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him
Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in
Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking
Do what I came to do then I'm skrring
In the ride with bros, man's swerving
Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning
These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning
[Verse 21: Horrid1]
Step outside with the rambz I'm mad
Leave man dead up like Richard's dad
The 12 yutes are fucking gay, they lie and scream out that H got jacked
I can never get robbed, are you fucking mad?
And everyone knows what I'm on, so I ain't gotta chat 'pon tracks
I'm one-up, I dont need no gang
You're talking about Huncho's bike, but you didn't tell your friends why
'Cause him and his brother was ducking you down, tryna take away your life
What the fuck is wrong with these guys
They jump on tracks and just lie
Got me sitting here thinking 'why'
Rise up the ting, I'm a ride 10 times
[Verse 22: Digga D]
Chemistry in the kitchen, whip, whip
Turn on the kettle
TT came in a rock, smell that flake, it's smelling like petrol
Feeling safe when I grip that metal, metal
Back it out and move mental
Don't be driving erratic
Before man fling corn in that rental, rental
Who the fuck are you screwing, man
Back out the blade and do him
Wet, wet, wet him up, keep it moving
Mix up, bitches find it amusing
Talk the life I live in my music
I heard them niggas wan' kill me
Bro, come over here and do it
Mummy, mummy knows what I'm doing
And, shit I know she's vexed
Shit, I know she's stressed
She only wants the best, even though Grove is a mess
Blood, we the most on in West
Step with my vest, I ain't tryna be next
Step with my vest, I protect my chest
Step with my vest, I protect my chest
About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him
Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in
Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking
Do what I came to do then I'm skrring
In the ride with bros, man's swerving
Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning
These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning
About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him
Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in
Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking
Do what I came to do then I'm skrring
In the ride with bros, man's swerving
Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning
These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning
[Verse 23: Sav'O]
Strictly skeleton wettings
Mans aiming up, keep my ramsey tucked
Should’ve seen how man got spreaded
Plus them boy run, them boy cut
Run when they see man stepping
Like man love chat, chat like bitches
No verbal man said it, like no talking get wetted
Plus 8712 some bitches
Plus them boy victims and some snitches
Bro gave them man countless stitches
Like mans can’t come to man’s block
And chill for more than 10 minutes
Bitch I beg you just get on your knees
Like why you gon' remove your knickers?
Big rambo on my side, bitch boy don’t lack I ain’t playing fair
Got hundred man then let’s get it man
Lurk on your block ain’t nobody there
Opps them act for the net
But they ain’t on shit, them man there scared
Like bare of the opps been splashed up
Man go ride for them fucking gems
[Verse 24: MSkum]
Pattern gang who they patterning?
Pull up skrr have them panicking
Pull up skrr like what's happening
See man freeze up like mannequin
Try dash and drop, that's embarrasing
Thought it was Mozart marathon
Double tap, bang the ting
Shells go missing like Madeleine
[Verse 25: Digga D]
Akh, them boy there lie upon tracks
Get round there samurais and waps
JSav put his whole rambz in your hat
Remember that day on the Aves with Skum
Free YF, try fling it in backs
Opps see gang and dash
Skrr, crash, bow, khalas
[Verse 26: ZK]
It came in free, man put it in 1.2 and it done man's dance
Stepped in the rave with a hand on my waist, that's a gunman stance
[?] wear no mask
[?] get 'round there I ain't using a mask
Beat VII
[Verse 27: ZK & Digga D]
Yosh got the roll we skrring
DoubleTap in the back with the German
Clock me an opp, wind down the window
Back out the spinner and burst him
Fucking with me that's curtains
Food get wrapped like turbans
I put bullets in numerous guys
Like, how come the opps ain't learning?
We got bread and got burners
Teewizz got splashed and got murdered
Man get the pack and disperse it
Everything I got man I earned it
If the bridge is weak then I'll burn it
Free Criminal he got birded
That's a L but I know he'll firm it
I was vex when I heard that verdict
Chef, chef, swim, dip man down, make him drown in his blood
Knock, knock, boom, never left that trap till I found that grub
OT trips trying to get some funds
We get bread and invest in guns
Them boy run when we tap them drums
Ching, splash, aim for his lungs
[Verse 28: Sav'O]
Gang lurky that's standard
Four man on two peds, jump off with my shank leave an opp boy splattered
Gyally on me, cause they heard of us
They're like who's that savage?
My bro's them been crashing corn
I don't know for these so called crashers
Got hands on whappers
Back that dots, to the point where you might get smoked
Broski Splash, done step with the shank and more time he's fully on volts
Opps them lying on my name for the clout, they're washed it's a fucking joke
Run man down till he runs out of breath and I dip man down, touch bones
On the opp block ten toes with my bro, like tell me who's the next victim
This rambo here that I'm gripping
It's different, it's about 22 inches
Run man down in their block, backed out my shank make him run from the kitchen
Peng gyal on man, light skin one and I heard it's an opp boy's misses
[Verse 29: JDF]
The opps don't bang, they don't take no risks
One ped, two man, four rambzies
We'll really show you about "ching"
I got love for Splasha, he's a knifeman, in the kitchen he whips
Fly upsah' with the pack, that's 10/10 grub and things
Light job, you're taking the piss
I just got here and they're asking for ticks
Ebony ting wanna' do man
When I get back she gets all of this dick
And if we're talking opp blocks, man's taken trips
Numerous times on the opp block
I bucked jakes, man I had to swerve and dip
[Verse 30: Digga D]
Double wrap crack, double tap straps
Shotgun Shane, no DoubleTap Dappz
I’ve slept in traps and hustled in flats
Boy you ain’t mad, some fraudulent man
We bucked Tiny live in the flesh and he said he weren’t mad, that wraps he flipped it
He said he weren’t on to the mandem but he’s on Dublin so I still dished it
Bro said his light comes better than mine, let’s go compare it, simples
OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels
Load the brucky with bells, and watch them all run when it jingles
I just got a packet of smoke, but you can hold one, that’s a singles
[Verse 31: JDF]
Racksack on me, that's the 3-5 Rambs or the skeng
If me Luga Vellz and Hunch pull up
Are you really gonna back your friend?
Run a boy down on the mains and we watched them boy just scatter, they're gems
Now it's back to the trap cos the cats keep phoning me for the 10/10 peng
Chest shot, you're pissed, you might just die like Wizz
3 double O, gliding on the 12
Catch a opp boy, man a get chinged
Beat VIII
[Verse 32: JDF]
Big rambz on man when I ride
Or I put a skeng on a ped, like let's take it there on a 125
All them niggas talk tough and bad
But when we turn up they run and hide
With the dotts tryna' make corn crash
Watch a nigga just scatter and dive
And I can use Wizz as an example
Only takes one fatal shot to die
And I won't let the jakes just grab man
I won't allow them to fuck up my grind
Got an ebony ting just slopping
Like pull up your' knickers, you ain't getting by
And the opp boys make me laugh
Cah' they bring their' phones on the glide
Stuck upon the street when I'm making these P-s
Can't believe that I'm beefing these neeks
I got a thrill when I ran down Creepz
12Side man I did it with my g-s
I'm in the bando with a fork the racks
Whip the yola watch the pack just set
Let it dry, slang it down in pebs
And then watch me go fuck up a check
[Verse 33: Digga D]
Look at that chocolate Barbie
I swear that's Remz's aunty
She don't care if I'm beefing her nephew
She still let me slip that dick in her narni
Finesse man's pack, if he comes with weed that's dead like RD
Run man down 'til he runs out of breath and he might just die like Tarabi
I be TT like Cardi, like, who want it with me
I bought this dotty for 6-double-O, but you can hold corn for free
Point 1-2 in the 3-4 scores and the cats them calling me
Last year I got nicked with a 15-inch that went from my hip to my knee
[Verse 34: JDF]
Yeah we the hot topic
Pull up on the 12, that's hot blocking
Come crashing and these boys dropping
Back to the 10 getting profit
I was really up chasing lacag
Tryna double up that profit
While you was in bed
Wrapped up with a thot
I was really on the block
Man I love chase gwuap
Me and Digga D took it to the 12
Man I did it 10 toes with the dots
Man them niggas are bitches
They really love chat like thots
Sweet ebony on me
That bitch, she be giving me slops
[Verse 35: Loose1]
I thank god that this trapphone's ringing
Put P-s to skengs, to bang on these gems
But I still love up-close chingings
Big bro he's whipping whipping
Flick of the wrist got the Samsung ringing
Feds went and locked down the villains
Got me on deep condition
I was all broke and sinning
Got introduced to the kitchen
Too much beef on the streets
How could I not invest in smoke and dingers?
They say that I'm doing a lot
Should be in the box with trappers and drillers
Like, how many man been got on your' block
When I should've been eating dinners?
When I should've been home with mum
Instead I'm outside with smoke in the cut
No DPD but I'm rolling with trucks
Striker on the wing for a 1-2 ching
I just pray that his case gets bussed
I just pray that he comes out of jail
Just got a pack of both in the trap
That's my hands on a lightskin girl
Ammonia whip, the white goes pale
[Outro: Horrid1 & JDF & MSkum]
Free Kizzle
Free Striker
Free Splash
Free Zee
Fuck the opps man, you know the fucking thing
Fuck the paigons, fuck the snitches
TeeWizz smoke
It's that season
Yeah?
Free CJ
Shoutout my Rayners niggas, my SSK niggas
Yeah? Splash, yeah?
You know the fucking thing
Fuck the opps, fuck Northolt aswell, some dickheads
Yeah? He's dead
Get the opps down
Dickhead
Free the mandem, yeah? Boom
Ay, free Drilla
Free CDo
Free Splash, free Striker, free everyone
1011 shit
Fuck the opps, free [?], free KP
You get me?
Free Young Zapps
Free all the gang, you get me?
Free G1
Free everyone
Free the whole 1011, fuck the opps, get me?
Come on, niggas know