[Intro]

(Wadiz this?)

(KatManDu)

[Verse 1: Digga D]

Can't lie, one time got it poppin'

He backed his shank and stayed, can't knock it (Okay)

And when Sav gets mad, can't stop him

Ridin', glide on the opps dem often (Often)

I think that I added too much mag'

Cah the oil looks weird and the work weren't lockin' (Fuck)

Cop it, chop it, pop them guns

Get hot on the block, man shot that (That's right)

[Verse 2: Sav'O]

More action, less chattings, chattings

Sav too sav', I'm a savage (No chattings)

Back then, man, it could've been K or J

Just know that both of us whacked him (No capping)

Jump out, whoosh, like I'm Taze

On a next man's block, let's see who's on badness (Savage)

The opps don't control their block

They ain't doin' a lot, they ain't into the action (Mad ting)

[Verse 3: M'Skum]

Skid 'round with five (Skrr), tryna find them guys

I ain't talkin' no burger

Have you ever seen a .40 spin (Bow) with the hollow tips

That's a lethal burner

Free bro, that's a well-known lurker (Free bro)

Somethin' got slapped, no Tina (Bow)

But I'm talkin' two hands on a turner (Bu-boosh)

[Verse 4: TY]

Saw man step and I jumped out, cheffed him

His bredrin left him, guess he weren't on it (Dickhead)

Last time that I revved up my engine

I had man's face all over my bonnet (All over)

Hold on, who's that? What's that? Slow down

Jump out quick, make sure he don't clock it (Ugh)

Whip it and lock it, chop it

Traphouse workin' that profit

[Verse 5: Rack5]

All now I hear chat for days

No one ain't done that

Two in a day, who you think done that?

Drill their block and them boy don't come back

No take backsies, I know about drills in cabbies

Like, when man go carni and somethin' gets spilt on trackies (Course it does)

[Verse 6: Striker]

Up front in the field

That's Striker CGM (LugaVellz)

Big dots in my top or the fours on their block when I'm lurkin' for these gems (Baow)

Like my nigga DoubleTap, I'm in love with skengs (Bro)

My four long is heartless, that's my trusted friend (Free him)

[Verse 7: Horrid1]

Niggas know what I'm on with the cheffers (Horrid)

Flick that, dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers (Err)

No chit-chat, man do him in seconds (Err)

Whip, sit back with loaded weapons (Baow)

Smith & Wesson, .357 (You know)

Slip, trip, get severed

Touch my estate, rudeboy, get peppered (Err)

[Verse 8: Dodgy]

Free bro, he's a one hand tapper

2.2, three man, .44, five shots in this six shot spanner

Shouts Hunch, he's a well known chinger

Done it with him like Rack5 and Digga

Control that spinner

Remington grip and then burn that ringer

[Verse 9: Splasha]

It's Splasha, the nutter

Well known 'cause I use my cutter

My man tripped so we made him suffer

Can't get nicked, tryna see the summer

Numerous cases, one for a shank, two shavers

That's four mans, two places

Bro hit **** with ****, good aimin'

[Outro: Rack5, Striker, Dodgy, Horrid1]

All now I hear chat for days

That's Striker CGM

Free bro, he's a one hand tapper

Dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers

No chit-chat, man do him in seconds

Whip, sit back with loaded weapons