PART 1

[Intro]

Sinsehh

Mirica

[Verse 1: DA, Hitman]

Swing what shank? We don't buss no blanks

Don't buss no blanks, just pull up and bang

Back door's bust so you know that's gang

Loaded clip, let it rip, get tanned, panic

They're doing the dash, bang it

Don't want smoke, they vanish

Crash done brang it

See man lean out of the mic and tap it

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Fuck all the chat, Snapchat cap

Mashed work on streets, no cap

I'll jump out, see big man dash

Lucky I didn't have no mash

Run a man down and swinging them shanks

I want man packed so it's ultra attacking on your block, don't ramp

Free T Splash, done shown man that, Mr swing them shanks

[Verse 3: DA]

A whole lotta snitches, I'm beefing jokemen

How many niggas done cut from me?

If you look frozen then you're getting ripped open

Feds asking me how we acquire, the vehicle's stolen

Bros outside with a kеyboard pressing it off

And he's doing up coding

Hits lay it off at the crowd, gеt hit if you're chosen

[Verse 4: Hitman]

Get hit if you're chosen, I love when they're frozen

Approach them boy on volts

But it don't really work cah you know they blow

So we try creep up, do it like a teaser

Rise that beater and beat it quickly

I don't need a batch, just me and a thingy

And like one guy that steps with me

That's enough to be an opp block bully

[Verse 5: DA]

See man cut out and I couldn't catch up

It's a wrap up if we catch up

Us verse them, couldn't match up

You must be mad

See man run off and I couldn't keep up

Tally's screaming when it's on the speaker

Running with them, get your knees up

Never done shit for the media

[Verse 6: Hitman, DA]

On a 3 double O with Crash

He's revving it fully, I got the thing on me

Or it's me on the back with a long nosed dotty

They pick an exit and run from me

One tap on the pedal, that's nuttin 'bout gas

Big litre, don't try dash

Foot on the gas, Crash got the mash

Gotta get it home safe, it's all for the cash

PART 2

[Intro]

Kayman

Bop, bop, bop

[Verse 1: Hitman, DA]

Trips in dings 'round pedals on pedals

Eyes in sight, get licked for your kettle

Now this beef can't settle

Waps and shells, that's heavy metal

Slap, reverse, don't pause, keep slappin'

The gang don't tolerate chattings

He was on chattings so we splashed him

Cut tru blocks and mazzers happen

Thought he was lost, the gang just found him

Splash up this ting, no fountain

Bait croud but fuck my surroundings

Jakes on my tails, see the pave man mount it

Up on the pavement I don't see how you're escaping

Rev up the 3 double O with D on the back

See the dotts when he rolls and aimed it

[Verse 2: DA]

I love me an all black trackie, gloves and my bally

I'm on the opp block tryna tape it

Back road drifting, bad boy living

Spot me an opp, put him under, don't break it

Rise up waps, don't get it mistaken

Found a claps, shotgun shaking

Throwing gang signs for bitches in private

Get you stretched in public places

Pavement mounting the tightest spaces

Aim and squeeze at faces

Intestines hang like laces

I see the opps take flight like a spaceship

[Verse 3: Hitman]

I'm on my block, unlimited chases

CID and plain clothed jakes, they all on man and they love my face

They even say that the music's great

So I still buss a right tryna swerve these jakes

If we in a dinger and the box is manual

Slap it on the highest gear it can handle

Run or get lick if you stand still

[Verse 4: DA]

Don't stand still, you could lose it all

If I'm on your block, that's a funeral

It's always local 'cause I know who to call

My bros in jail, can't miss these calls

He got dumped, we ain't playing ball

He got punched, should've seen him fall

He ain't on nuttin, I've seen him stall

Say it again, I've seen him stall

[Verse 5: Hitman]

Still doing up blocks, shank on wappers

Get 'round tryna tape that strip

And we ain't to blame if we ain't involved

But you get hit with them paigan kids

My bros got aim and I'll show you what missed

And if a civil got hit, it's 'cause it was close to a paigan kid

We ain't to blame, I done said 'it is what it is'

Step on volts, trip on trips

Get back 'till we pattern the dings

Serious members, serious things

[Verse 6: DA]

If you want smoke, it's nuttin to 2s it

If it ain't us man drilling, then who's it?

Clean up blocks, I'm bringing the broom in

Little man pick wisely the side that you're choosing

Could be your whole day ruined

This one pot can't fit two in

But in the coffin it can put you in

Numerous events, of course they're losing

[Verse 7: Hitman, DA]

Next up, do I drill or music?

Double tap splits two

There's options when I boot it

Slip, you're losing, red shells through him, leave man ruined

Next up, do I drill or music?

Could be a shank that I swung or a shooting

All of it spilled out, I'll show you 'bout juicing

Tell you about 4-door stuff or a booting