[Verse 1 - KB]

It's tunnel vision if I see the yout

If that .44 slapped, it'll be him juiced

I don't think that pussy knows who he's speaking to

I'll jump out on his block like peekaboo

I don't care if he's killed shit on some real shit

Cah my next door got a body and he's still a prick

If you're really in the game and you feel my shit

Trigger finger itch, I can just about bill my spliff

I just burst out laughing when I heard the threats

If they touch Lil Blades, I'll get him burst for next

What they know about screws than can search for TEC's?

Know some mad cats that'll do extra bird for ments

I ain't Loski but I'm loose with it

Shot him in his back right after I made a truce with him

But you that's just a metaphor

Cause it really was his chest but say no more

You gotta squeeze it like toothpaste

That's the pretty boy singing like Bublé

I do my ting on foot like a shoelace

Know a yout that got put to bed for that screwface

Know I'm out beefing

On the train with a magazine like I was reading

Thinking bout squeezing

Blakenhurst B-wing, actually B spur

Smartphone and a box of Maoams, could've been worse

[Verse 2 - Shower Malik]

Hammer on me right now but you wouldn't ever know

Decorate a block for bro cah he wouldn't ever go

Negative phone calls, I don't even wanna know

Show so hands on cah my last runner slow

Bando just full of snow, Pyrex and Cali pots

Step with that hammer cocked, Makarov

Drench you out your Balmain's and wet up your Versace top

In a hard top getting top, drop offs I do a lot

Bro doing up Dark Knight, he likes to shoot a lot

Garlic bread doing loads, I don't come round enough

I need my account nuff, pockets buff, good stuff

Suedes on, napalm, fire water

That's Ray and his sister's yout

Three-two and that pistol's blue

Riding, they're despicable

My works dem, they can never take from me

I used to hit shit, link Doddos and bang zombies

.44 long with shells like thumbs

Fee fi fo fum, pussy suck your mum

Niggas do the most till niggas get grabbed

Niggas get grabbed everyday and that's straight up facts

Man ain't taking my jewels, I ain't built like that

I'll lift your skirt up, you'll get kilt like that

You ain't hit man in his chest and watched him tilt like that

That ain't make me real, it's just real like that

NDO bandos jump like carnival

These bells weren't made for a carnivore

Your playgroup squabble, you don't know the art of war

You're hiding behind your ride

These bells go through car doors

I won't glorify, I'm telling you how it is

They're telling fibs, I drink water and I get these jibs

I'm a hitter, still well known

KB just shouted me on the jail phone