[Intro]

(Nathaniel London)

[Verse 1: K-Trap]

Don't pree the jewels and think you can play games (Don't do it), I get gunpowder on a day date (Baow)

.44 spinnin' as usual, still want an AK (AK)

Me and bro like Filly and Chunkz (Chunkz)

But we still tryna fling him in blunts (Blunts)

Twenty-two bricks of cookies, still tryna see a man runtz (Cali)

Fire the four and go (Nyoom), push up the score, I hope (Hope)

Pree them outside off Floke, bro got a leg then a head, that's growth (Better)

I got dirty, I got blow (Blow)

I wanna shirt him and he knows (Yes)

Barbeque settings and we don't need coal

Countin' the wettins, I'm lookin' like Rose (Rose)

Had to do it like all of the bros

But if it's like "Peewee, you gotta get closе" (Yuck)

It's the main roads, so if I go, it's lookin' like soch' (Ah)

Taped up shh, that was way back thеn

We was doin' it bait back then

With a shotgun, pump, and trey back then

[Verse 2: Youngs Teflon]

Ay, done it like a parking warden

Ping that windshield, fuck that finance

(Woi-woi-woi)

You wan' send man coin 'cah they done it on binance

My young apes got brolic in jail

Was in class with shottys and nails

(Now what you sayin)

But the MAC 10's suttin' like Sonic and Tails

HS swing round for the one time D

I ain't even gotta tell 'em I'm horny

Mum found man's knives way too many times

I ain't even gotta tell her it's warry

Shout my brudda Capone

Niggas on the run eatin', that's Nore

I'm with K or K, salt bae man to the bone, they salty

Would've thought that I send man shop

For the sweets, for the .45 corn to send man

(Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Left man covered in blood like Tempman

We let them man stunt when we M man

I just high-five bro and the skengman

I know trench babies from the trenches

In a black trenchcoat tryna drench man

[Verse 3: DoRoad]

They say all I do is talk 'bout the dot-dot, we got it lock, stock, colours and whatnot

I could never try get him down with a one pop, add another one shot, never been a one pop

Two hands on the ting, I'm steady like Headie

I'll kill my friend if he snitched like Melly

I'll bill my spliff then go to beddy

I'll be chuffed next mornin' if I see him on telly

'Member that time when I beat two corn in the opp on his block? Now, I bet he weren't ready (Boy, boy)

'Member the time when my youngen had a madness, I gave him a shank, and his hands turned jelly?

Have you heard an M10 on repeat just beatin' and beatin' and beatin' and beatin'?

Have you ever cheffed man point black, civilian screamin', "He's bleedin', he's bleedin', he's bleedin'" (He's bleedin')

No, I think you fuckin' did

Goddy beat that ting wid a rusty pin

I was up close live when I clutched on him

I ain't seen another nigga on a rucksack ting like me

Corn lickin' off on the mains, I speed

Faceshot, now his mum can't ID

Matter fact, don't mind me (Ayy, don't mind, ayy, ayy)