[Intro]

Free all the guys dem

Quick ting, Pressplay, Lightwork

For my shooters and my chingers

Zoners, Hitters

You know how it gets

Look, look, look

Feezie Production

Look

[Verse 1]

Opps dem know that I'm active

Bro had beef so I went there and backed it

Bro-bro gave me the dots, so I went next day

Next day and I crashed it

Yo, reverse that drive-by ting

Bro said shoot so I leaned and I slapped it

Bro slashed him, that's outstanding

Pecknarm still at the top of the rankings

Yo, do road, do street, do map

I'm in OT tryna fly this pack

Twenty-eight grams in each, man chopped that down like you do the maths

600 rocks in O, I can't come back 'til it's nuttin' but cash

Two hands when I slap this mash

Man'a use one hand when I step and splash

Two-two step when I ping it with vision

Lock my arms, aim up and pivot

Do it with flair, man'a do it with rhythm

Me, Snoop, LR, did it

Free shh on a case right now

Free him up, real talk man he finished

And long time I ain't seen Branning

It was Bagel King where he whipped it

And I still ring trap on a late night

Shoutout Ibz 'cause he whips my flake right

I'm in Baker Street doing up date night

With a sweet one doing up FaceTime

And I swear man don't even drink

But this daiquiri ting, it hit on my face right

Man done, ran through town like a train line

And man talk, keep talk 'til I raise man

I'm in the bando drying this liz'

And now I'm chopping down all of this dizz

How many times have we stepped 'round there?

Oh lord, tryna leave man rinsed

I swear all of my opps are tired and all of them need to retire

See dem man screaming out Pecknarm'K like, LOL, none of us dying

Now why the opps dem stress?

Cah one got chinged in his head

The other got chinged in his chest, stress

The other got shot in his chest

What, none of us dropped their friend?

Hold up, let me just shout Y.Latz (Hah)

How's he gonna talk that wass when his sister's a slag and his olders dead?

Ayy, offers is on me want flirt

Girl got a back, but the face just hurt

Mash that work, blood spill on the curb

Try kweng man's face, but the mash didn't work

MCQ from my head to my toes

Cut tru' the rave, better hide all your hoes

Tuck in your chain or I'm grabbing it, bro

Bro, pass me the skeng let me slap at his throat (Bro, bro)

Yo, fling on my mask and hoodie

Yeah, you know that I'm gassed up fully

Five foot eight on the strip, I'm a bully

I'm with soaks, got the stick in my hoodie

Lean out the ride, tryna show what's goodie

Still out 'ere with a J, no Goody

Naija ting, with a back like Fumi

Do it like P, put my shank in fully

Yo, I'm looking at my opp boy's vids (I'm looking at my opp boy's vids)

Like he's dead and he's dead, go ride for your friend

Yo, my man dodged that bullet

But you know little bro got M'd

And, big bro held him a chest shot quick

But he shoulda stepped out with a vest

Yo, long legs done got cheffed in his arm

Cah' the boy try to cover his neck

YPB tryna leave man drenched

Dip splash, I do it like Kenz

And right now man's billing up zoots

(Anything) Anything get-get boot

Anything B get boot

Fuck that man smoke on dem man too

Hah