[Intro]

Brigade

Too boujee

Let it beat like a beat from Gotti

[Verse 1: DA]

Got a big botty, thick shells, we ain’t picked these up from the seaside

Can’t leave a biscuit in the bando, i’ll serve it up when it’s teatime

He ain’t never brought the remote out, hella niggas do the rewind

Bells the size of a flavour pot put your whole block in this 35

He lies he ain’t done a thing he’s a fraud

Riding gets exciting when i do it with Hitz and Crash of course

Gliding again and they’re hiding again i ain’t talking my friends in jail and i’m screaming buss them doors

This shit’s live we ain’t gotta broadcast it phones at home we’re taking tours

Check the scores, it’s in the game, EA

Mans doing up pillion fuck the civilians bare opps shouting out yo it’s DA

Circled his block again it’s on replay, get your candles blown out on your bday

Miss first shot, I gotta retake, pressure get set I ain’t giving no leeway

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Hitman mans aggy

With the dots man get double tappy or press off the handy i’ll grip that gladly

No ID that’s gloves and a bally jump in a waggy and tear up the backstreet

The pole long man bring it, if the shells do land man fillet he gone see red then white man finished

Hear the sirens blazing, but man cut from the scene that’s amazing

On road full clothed with SK, plates on the dinger need changing ASAP we just went out on a rage ting how outrageous man try blast a gauge in his face the boy went freeze up, he got life and then high knees up

Why’d he do man up juicy leaker (wetter) And the driver don’t freeze up, slap it in R quick reverse do it in the X, tyres screaming

‘nother prick we just left bleeding armed response, immediate immediate

We get back round man do that now man do it and mean it

[Verse 3: DA]

Still creep up I don’t think he’s alert

Tear out your spine I want it to hurt

Grip it tight and hold it firm

Smoke it first, bro gladly assists he wants his turn

Man shell at your hatchback see it convert

Free bro put man in the dirt you don’t want this snotty nose to squirt

Grave digger, organ ripper, it’s long when I got the shovel

He’s involved but don’t want no trouble, shank and a shotty, nasty couple

He got juiced and drowned in the puddle

I don’t mean to burst your bubble but think twice when you’re tryna slide through

Corn for you and your olders too

[Verse 4: Hitman]

Armed jakes on gang and they’re looking for clues

They just grabbed one and they’re looking for two

Lil do they know that there’s numerous shoes

So we tie laces ready to play shit

We mean face, ready to erase it and gain new fate it’s nuttin’

As long as the metal gets swung or the ting does blast and we buss case

Roll up don’t grind and rip I tighten clips to fry mans wig

Tinted dings or 2 in the motor, tryna find anyone that slips (loaded clips)

Can’t hear no pings, do it let it rip, pierce mans skin

Chunks get torn and things get messy Forensics won’t get no evi

[Verse 5: DA]

No evi minimal evidence

Any works they mash is irrelevant

I’m on the back with a firearm

That’s me in my element

Shit gets lit, this ain’t no experiment

The jakes think they got intelligence

It ain’t no joke but he’s getting it, get it?

[Verse 6: Hitman]

Look, the risk on the trip gets taken and the risk of the bando’s flaming

But I’m still here baking, why?

The things on my phone impatient if I don’t come they start complaining

And that’s bad for customer rating

But man switch up the spot fuck baking jakes found the spot man left now they raiding (skrrt)