[Intro: DA]

Is this how you're movin', Jackson?

Look, look

[Verse 1: DA]

Two secs, let me check what he reps

If he answers wrong, only God can save him

Aim it like when I pray two hands with grace, the result is amazin'

All of this Hell, we're raisin'

I heard the neighbours complainin'

We still keep bandos flamin' and we got backroads rainin'

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Caught him-Caught him in **** and shaved it

Don't slip on a box, I'll pull up and blaze it

Tape off gang, known for the tapings

Need a hundred lace for the boots

They shoot, grip it, and move

You want the truth? I'll give you the truth

You ain't done shit since we got down ****, but you're out here lyin' on tunes

[Verse 3: DA]

This trip bеtter be worth it

I know not evеryone's perfect

So I don't mind how much they rehearse it, catch corn, tryna reverse it

Observation lurkin' and it gets more concernin'

Operations workin' and they get more disturbin'

But we keep it goin'

If we're goin', cram this boat, we're doin' up rowin'

Said DA should rap poems, the way man flowin'

Laid down with the angels, not like the ones when outside's snowin'

He ain't got no heart and it's showin', boy better do some growin'

[Verse 4: Hitman]

Yo, akh, stop with the chat, don't act bad

You ain't done shit, funny, no gassed bad

Talk is talk, but we givin' them rap facts

It was me that try lif' up your snapback

It was me that done shell at your hatchback

Two in the dots, grip it and slap that

Like I done it before then I done it again

I don't know nothin' 'bout rap cap

I don't know nothin' 'bout works they mash

I don't understand their words on tracks, I don't even know why they rap (How?)

But if it gets me mad then I fill up my mash

Can't swing my knife like, swing it like splash

Turn man cabbage, bodies get drop if I tag him (Blue one)

[Verse 5: DA]

Yo, my jakes might give me a shock bolt, gone in a flash

Baymac, give me your box with the way that the store just on, and I'll run up the gas

If I ain't live in the 8, more time, find man in these Homerton flats

No loose ends on the step, do all the prep, I've covered these tracks

[Verse 6: Hitman]

If it gets on top, can't dash with your mash

We can't lose them, they gotta get slapped

I roll dirty, don't lose or lack

If I pull on my waist, a bellend get stabbed

In jail, I never had no knife, so I got a razor doin' up faces

Give me the drop, reckon I'll tape it

Give me the block, I'll show you 'bout Amen

[Verse 7: DA & Hitman]

Fuck tomorrow, it's a day ting

Goin' down on the mains, it's blatant

Fuck waitin', pull up and blaze him

Fill it and rin' at the opp block, shakin'

I got my stick on me when I'm Raven

I got your bitch on me and I'm faded

She screamin' out "Tally", sippin' on maggy

And they got gang on the speakers playin' (Woo)

Drop flakes in the pyrex boat

Now, I'm watchin' it lock

He just called for half a box

Is he dodgy or what?

Dodgy or not, I'm still gonna take it

Cony or cash, washed off flakin'

Shotty or Glock? Load and aim it

I'm slidin' and skatin'