[Verse 1: Fem Felon]

Niggas think their kids are cool 'cause they're outta Pecks

I'll hang around their school like an alphabet

Smooth Gig he'll put a body in a casket

Man I'll flip out and draw quicker than an artist

I've got bars like a hustler

Stunt, hear the Mac-10 ring like a Nokia

Just tryna get rich living life's dreams

Still I'll let my shit rip like tight jeans

[Verse 2: Sizzle]

First bar's 5 out of 5

So I backed it like peng that's 5 out of 5

Now I'm back with the leng that's 10 out of 10

That's 5 plus 5

Load up the pump and you can lose five of your guys

See us on the move, five different rides

I'm from Wooly Road, Aylesbury, Burgess

In the middle of the Narm on the otherside

When it comes to family I swear that my mum'll ride

Nines, 38's and pumps will cause a homicide

And you say you're a shooter and you know that strap

So you know how it feels when the hammer go back

And the ruger go blap

And everybody in the perimeter under attack

That's some real life shit you can't lie about that

It's the boys from the Narm and the Gaza

And the Gaza and the Narm rolling 'round with a pump

That's the size of and arm

You ain't talking to my team

[Chorus: Tiny Grem]

Load your pumps up

'Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up

Buck us in Burgess

'Cause right now we've got the urges

We love the sound of buck-buck

So grab your best melon turner

Load your pumps up

'Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up

Buck us in Burgess

'Cause right now we've got the urges

We love the sound of buck-buck

So grab your best melon turner

[Verse 3: Tiny Grem]

You know I spit the naked truth

So when I say that I'll rob

You ain't gotta see me, 'cause you can hear the truth

So when I say I'll shoot

There's no point running

Fuck a bulletproff face 'cause it's your face I'll shoot

I've put bodies on the cutter so don't push me

I've got energy, but I don't run off batteries

That's why I've got toy soldiers running for me

I've got arsenals

So I've got niggas gunning for me

I've got five in the 38 for any nigga running his teeth

You're saying that you stand in war

When you pricks always run in the beef

I clench my fist up, and knock your teeth out

So you can't talk back

And after the pump's hit your legs b

I know you can't walk back

Pecknarm's where the real niggas walk

And I know you never thought that

[Chorus: Tiny Grem]

Load your pumps up

'Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up

Buck us in Burgess

'Cause right now we've got the urges

We love the sound of buck-buck

So grab your best melon turner

Load your pumps up

'Cause right now, our adrenalines are pumped up

Buck us in Burgess

'Cause right now we've got the urges

We love the sound of buck-buck

So grab your best melon turner

[Verse 4: Giggs]

The streets is ours

The reason why you hear SN1 coming out the most recent cars

We ain't giving you no neeky bars

Keep it old school like hangers in TV's and VCRs

You're pissed, who's best

You're looking at a pistol vet

And I couldn't give a shit who's dead

I'm about to split two heads

And I ain't spitting crack no more

I'm spitting crystal meth

I'm a stain with the pump

I had switch the flavour of the month 'round to coke

I weren't staying on the punk

You can keep on hating if you want

But pull off any stunts

Then we can get to spraying on the cunt

Hollowman they find it hard to see me

And I'm the realest out these artists

That's why it's so hard for you to be me

Keep this shit thorough and discreetly

And I'ma set Grem free on you niggas like Aladdin did the genie