[Intro]

(Ayy, J1, that's flames, my bro)

(Shegy mixed it)

(Oi, Zati, this shit sounds cold)

[Verse 1]

Swing my ching, or Stig that whip

No Tokyo Drift when the tires skid

Really love my clique, get clocked and dipped

All you heard was "Ouuu" when I ripped his skin

Two dotts on a ride, comin' like some twins

Didn't drink Redbull, but he grew some wings

Beefin' the 6 and you're takin' a risk

If you're talkin' packs, then I guess we win

Three could've died tryna link them a bitch

In the ride, bare bine and hideous chings

Get caught by the guys, might die or swim

If not, caught life, next time you'rе pissed

Respect my ting or rеspect this ching

Free Double S and Vigorous Dripz

Still out for your blood, no South-Side Crips

Can't talk on Clapham, they're more than chips

Smoke in the ride, I ain't tokin' cig'

I'm more than down for the cause, get swiped and bored, you can eat this ching

Minimum six when I plugged it in

Try plug that out, you can go ask Kippz

Rambo tucked, I don't know about fists

Or kits get chinged tryna fight this kid

We run Lambeth, you get the gist

Ouuu, mmm, raise that hand if you swingin' and chingin'

Intention M, but AM was the case, so I giggled and smirked when I left that nick

PTSD when I'm in that station, prayin' I don't end up on the wing

Brixton station, of course I'm pissed

They check out my clothes and fingerprints

Clipz got bun, they were tweakin' a lot

Perm got dropped, they were tweakin' a lot

Young Spesh saw life, ain't sleepin' a lot

Talk on Itch, are you dreamin' or what?

A million opps and a million thots

All want me wrapped up in a box

My eyesight's shit but it's clear for the opps

Can't talk on Upper, they're more than lost

We got beef with numerous blocks

And we put numerous opps on tops

She's mad at me cah T1's gone, by the grace of God why your boy got dropped

Smoke on opps, damp down tops, put holes in your clothes like you're wearin' crocs

They can't go to their local shops

Cah we tape off their local shops

Me in the ride, that's a one way trip

Don't trip, you're pissed if I get there first

I'm pissed cah my friend got birded

You're pissed 'cause your friend's in a hearse

It hurts cah they didn't wanna claim that nerd

What's worse is that I warned him 'fore he turned merch

How many yutes been put in the dirt?

They're burst for rhymin' offensive words

I can't tell you which ones worse, in my opinion, the Drive is cursed

Stuttz got burst

Blackz got burst

And Worm's still stuck in the dirt

Disperse when gangdem's out on lurks

Lil' man got 99 pace, it's fake, so we call him "FitnessFirst"

If you sign for Clapham, it'll cost you a hearse

Evil thoughts and devilish swords

Get caught by the guys, bet we turn that corpse

He got hit with .4's, thank Lord that he didn't outline in chalk

I think about Solly when I take that walk

Astaghfirullah, I can't fuck with pork

I talk that talk and I walk that walk

If I talk on Clapham, it might get awks