Released on March 3, 2024

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[Intro]

Hulsee, mhm-hm

Ay, Frosty

80% of my block's in jail

Free my brothers that are Thameside living

And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts

My nigga's banged up 23 hours

I just sent him 23's in the mail

Attacking, they don't defend that well

If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink

For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells


[Verse]

Nah, I don't need the whole batch to ride

All it takes it's two man and a bike (You know)

3-double-O, patrolling the O (Gang)

If he get bucked, better say night-night (Night-night)

He was seen as the active type

We still left him fighting for his life (Dickhead)

We’re getting older, must’ve lost your mind

If you think wе only pull out our knives

My nigga M1 put 6 in the 4's

He said, "Sho-Sho, I'm rеady for war"

5 for a opp boy and 1 for the law (Live, live)

He didn't wanna be back banging his door

But he's gotta feel safe and the beef can't pause (Ahah, it can't, it can't)

Man step for the cause

So many punks on broski's ZK

Someone give him a round of applause (Yuck, yuck)

**** giving verbal again, I'm bored

Why? (Why?) Cause he's already been bored

So much juice on my Viking sword

Helicopter picked him up, he took flight

Like me right now, he's high in the sky (Wah?)

That nigga's on Cloud9

You're playing your part, giving verbs online

But you ain't put none of my friends on your knife


[Chorus]

80% of my block's in jail

Free my brothers that are Thameside living

And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts (Free 'em, free 'em)

My nigga's banged up 23 hours

I just sent him 23's in the mail (Uh-uh)

Attacking, they don't defend that well

If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink

For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells

Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking (Brrt, brrt)

That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping

Yuckboy take them boxes (Uh), no losses, or profit (Take that)

I love her and the life that I'm livin’, I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic


[Verse 2]

Look, plainclothes onto the G’s, there’s things on we, can't hold nor stop (Live, live)

On *** with the dottz, caught and on tops, [?] 3 liter, gang's off (Skrrt)

I took that grub, all prof', no loss, (Gang) cuz I need more dingers and guns for the block (I do)

She asked me what is the point of us, if all I care about is money and opps? (Why, why?)

Mum said, "Son, you're losing the plot, police come more than usual guests"

They say it was man who got down YS, no evidence, intelligence suggests

I'll fling it in S for the S, no stress, like fuck it, I'm on the wheel instead

Every passenger's got them a- (Yeah), like trust me, you don't really wanna be next (You don't)

They're upset cuz' he's dead, what's funny that he was the cheekiest

This war's never ending, no, we ain't got time to be doing no reasoning (We don't)

Beef gets peppered, season it, she's stubborn, so disobedient (Uh)

At first, she came in so shy, but little did I know that she was the freakiest


[Chorus]

80% of my block's in jail

Free my brothers that are Thameside living

And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts (Free 'em, free 'em)

My nigga's banged up 23 hours

I just sent him 23's in the mail (Uh-uh)

Attacking, they don't defend that well

If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink

For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells

Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking (Brrt, brrt)

That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping

Yuckboy take them boxes, (Uh) no losses, or profit (Ay, take that)

I love her and the life that I'm livin’, I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic


[Outro]

(80% of my block's in jail

Free my brothers that are Thameside living

And free all the GG’s sitting in Felts

My nigga's banged up 23 hours

I just sent him 23's in the mail

Attacking, they don't defend that well

If I ain't spinning, I'm makin' it drink

For the dreams, I'm hitting them cells

Tryna do like bro, young as fuck and he’s got them cunch phones talking

That’s town to town going 'round and 'round, and back to the town and there ain’t no stopping (Ay, Frosty)

Yuckboy take them boxes, no losses, or profit

I love her and the life that I'm livin’, (Hulsee, mhm-hm) I couldn’t tell you which one's more toxic)