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Armed up on your block

We buss all the shots

We bruck up the place

And When I bring out the gauge

On a django ting

Best ring all your mates

Armed up on your block

We buss all the shots

We bruck up the place

And Trap bling everyday

On a bando ting

Gotta wash that flake

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(VERSE 1 - DSTACKZ)

I’m on the opp block

And I feel a bit peckish

And free TY too devilish

Done a madting now my blades all reddish

Man still do run up in houses

Run up in traps and point to the exit

And don’t make man feel offended

.38 spin make a boy do brexit

Man just got shots for the dots

Hit your block with the mop

In your spot man test it

That was really interesting

How the fat boy still hopping that fencing

I just got a sweet new pack in my OCB still bill up your bredrin

And I just got a brand new splash

But drop me the mash

Lemme buss that wesson

Gotta kick like tekken

Kick no footie

Got packs of petty not diesel in this trap ting man I ain’t no rookie

Got “lean” and “bud” up in ounces

And I got “runtz” “lemonade” and “cookie”

And I still got love for my dargs when we saw mans dargs

All them man turnt scooby

Like they don’t wann’ pack like cookie

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(VERSE 2 - DOCKEM)

Hard who better than

No one leveling

Man can settle with pettiness darg

You far from relevant

No ones getting it

Man can’t set in this setting you setting examples wrecking it

Man love begging it

No fucks celebate

Man love setting it

Class A sell abit

Smart intelligent

Man can’t take all this tekkers it’s calm

Im done with meddling

Dark like menalin

Dark side residence

Man done did up your don like Evian

What’s man telling him

I need figures I shot my medicine darg

Let man try get peppered and scarred

Free “Loudpack” real veteren darg

Ain’t nobody do it like we do it in the R

Free “Loudpack” real veteran darg

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