[Verse 1: Legz]

They like "Leg, where have you been?"

I ain't heard much, you've been off for a while and you barely is a ting

This time I self way out in London but I ain't trynna barter that judge again

Now I'm back in the ends, PO 17 down to the end

My team so official, act up, we send man south with this ammo

And my gang move sick, put the horn to your nose, tryna move wild like a rhino

And man don't do lackin'

So anywhere I go, you know you see my knife go

And the gang ain't riskin'

So anywhere we go, you know you see the ting load

Man get slapped for givin' out info

Get slashed in a move like Kimbo

Tryna tek my four bimbo, we switch up

They don't wanna steal, wanna still be involved

Flip out my knife, forgive me it's wicked, let's chat

Let's see what I chat off of that

Cut mans face, sssh, buss out there

Man tryna fuckin' run after man

Tek your boy, tryna snap the gang

Movin' active, I tek weh your phone out your hand

PO, that's us

Get caught like a body, [?], get rushed

We ain't leavin' the scene till we know mans face a 100% bust

See you when you roll up, don't move

Must jump out and back out your stuff

Nigga, nigga don't front

Fresh out my brudda Worm (Welcome back!)

Why the feds won't leave man judge won't leave Worm

But word back home, prepare for them bridges them to get burned

From the road to the jailhouse

Know you can't fuck my nigga Worm

Even a bird wouldn't finish his worms

[Verse 2: Legz]

Your time was crisis

Had the ops them moving like France, they didn’t wanna buck into ISIS

That trip deh was kinda wild, but fuck that, man ah gon' on a madness

All I know is fuck fed, fuck jail, fuck judge, fuck license

Realize everyone is runnin' off to hidin'

Man duck em out, see me gwaanin', shootin' wit' my dargs

We don’t get it twisted and tryna bust the same jokes thinkin' that you're gonna get the same laugh

Outside yutes are taking it to heart

Depending on the friendship, credit determine if you get a change

If you’re in my section, boy, you get L'arf

If you tryna move salty you get pepper

PL and [?] applyin' pressure

MP was tronger than ever

I can feel it in the aura, know they done fear us

Can’t be on some gangsta (Gangshit)

[Verse 3: Abra Cadabra]

Let me get this straight

Bare chat on the tweet when the G's bucked you, you was holding chase

Man got mashup, things on things all over the place

Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri when your shoe was all over the place, pussy?

Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that shoe"

Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that card"

When the man them hit up, hit up that four

Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha

Kwasiasem, who you talking to?

Man a real bad boy, who you talking to?

Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through

One 7k and your calling who?

Big black boy from Ghana

Wet man’s rassclart lungs in the backroad, leave man maga

Man do road cause my rams, cause my rams, cause my rams are my armor

Mash up a fuckboy quick, sell him on to his farda

You ain't letting it bang, so why the fuck did you leave your like mikes?

Have you seen your jacket and kicks?

How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline?

They talking the shit like they pressure

I swear on my life I'm fed up

One of these yutes haffi dead up

Mandem wan' do it for the Peri

When you jump out in these wet-wets they all ten toes ready

So man creep up on the back row, then man aim it steady

Legz wan' beat off the tum-tum, so you know it's all ready