[Intro]

Come to the ends, I'll show you how a dungeon looks

Yeah

Hargo Productions

[?] on my fit wasn't average, hang on the block with the matic

C-muhfucking-S

Can't tell you who they crashed on, I can tell you who they dashed from

Gang

CS and Krept, that's Southside, hundred percent

[Verse 1: Krept]

What you talking 'bout? Shh

The name holds weight, get my dargs in the club with the woof

Thought he was bad 'till I came with the tugs and the crooks

Come to the ends, I'll show you how a dungeon looks

Shouts CS, we got mutual violent buddies

Went on rides with Nutty, suttin' nearly got fried and mummied

Victim, send more texts to the guys when it wigs him

Cover your head in rice, man dissed him

But your friends won't ride, they're snitching

Now the feds got my guys and nicked him

Free madman Femz, don't cross him, when it's beef he's all in

You know how many man he shanked while laughing, ha ha

Bros dem jumped in the tractor

Pull up, bang, skrr, skrr

Man put niggas on jumper

Rest in piss, blessed and rich

Get money, stop texting chicks

Can't tell you who they crashed on, I can tell you who they dashed from

Sold out Alexandra Palace, you do the maths on that one

You do the maths on platinum, you do the maths, you do the maths, pussy

[Chorus: CS]

Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz

I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move

Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips

I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz

I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move

Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips

I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

[Verse 2: CS]

Bad bitch said she wanna fuck, come to me in Italian drop

I don't want love, I just want nook, jeet and skeet, fuck a meet and greet

OG said he can see the jeet in I, meaning that he can see the jeet in me

Top Moschino, jeans Dsquared² and my creps D&G

Savage, [?] my flow wasn't average, hang on the block with the matic

Ishh in the bag, don't look in it, bae, just move the package

Move it, move it, move it, move it

CS a G man, you want me to prove it? Hammer on me and I'm finna shoot it

Hang on the block with the booters, I'm fed up of niggas and rumours

Liars, claim that they real but to me them niggas vaginas

God loves a trier, so I keep on trying, you just a liar, so you keep on lying

Duck from the sirens, come across violent, I keep a gun in the Pyrex

CS and Krept, that's Southside, hundred percent

If life's a bitch I'll suck on her breast, my guns a whore, I come with the sket

You ain't a G so fuck your respect, it's a shame that don was a vet

Hit his belly, neck, chest, urgh, now I got blood on my creps

[Chorus: CS]

Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz

I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move

Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips

I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz

I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move

Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips

I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

[Outro]

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