[Verse 1: Headie One]

Revz just slapped it in reverse

My bro got his hands on the wheel while I fly out the ride, it's teamwork

Remember when I couldn’t fit the dots in my top, I was showing off cleavage

The last time I come out of jail, I learnt how to handle that .44 easier

I got a pack looking like multiple bags of Maltesers

I went and got nicked upsuh, two ninas

Now I got "Intent to Supply" on my previous

I can’t have beef with these eedyats

Back then it was anyting green get bun, I went jail then I lost a one arm like I'm sleeveless

My Pa always said I need Jesus

You think I do juju

My niggas them think I'm a demon

Headie One re-up on new food

I'm talking like AM and PM

My line ringing AM to PM

In the AM replying to DMs

Same way I hit the opp block in the PM

None of my opps can't put their hand on H, if I spray and pray, I'm believing

Beef in the streets, I don’t reason

Beef in the streets, get seasoned

Niggas can't be my G and turn their back on OFB 'cause that one there's treason

I was prison, on the wing fisting

Right now I'm home and I’m still drilling

All for my Gs them, I'm my brother's keeper

[Verse 2: RV]

Feds said I can’t be with Headz 'cause they know that’s Freddy and Jason

You got a hundred man in your vids but when I slide through your block it's vacant

Them niggas soft it’s blatant

They don't want smoke, they're vaping

I got a .44 long, that’s new, and a old dot, that’s ancient

RV, man, I’m way too pokey

And I back guns and get smokey

Headz got the hammer like Thor

That's bro, I guess I gotta be Loki

My team be shooting and scoring long time, should ha' got a trophy

Look, this beef ting's deeper than rap

Can't let them do me like–

Back out my ting won’t pet it

Aim for your chest then wet it

Can't tell me 'bout beef or P's 'cause I mash work and I get it

Man claim they got beef with the gang but see me on the roads and leg it

When I caught man lacking in jail; no verbal, just set it

RV I'm a problem, and the other side know this

If I can’t line up a driver had to get round there and ten toes it

Got a big stick like Moses

Fed gon' tape up the whole strip

Find out where you're posted

Brain stuck on the wall like a Post-It

[Verse 3: Headie One]

From way back me and Rev captained T like Hoddle

Dip down a pussy on the opp block, turned that whole block brothel

The last time I put in a work in a weekday, Sunday I listened to some gospel

Then on Monday I scored full throttle, that’s me in a bruck down Vauxhall

My class is A, still four an' a half of the B in the bando

Feds had me locked in the C, can't trust my bird get handled

I got this bad B coming to the nizz for the D no need for a Tinsel or a Nando's

Bitches in the hood moving fruity but there's no need for a kiwi or mango

Summertime my G's keep the strip hot, no need for a Bigga or Snapple

Me and front ride with the swam in the whip, no need for a flicky or rambo

How you gonna spend your own money on your grills but you don’t know how to fry like Nando's?

Hear big guns get handled

Paigons see me ten toes like a sandal

One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat

I bust a four and a half at the press 'cause my trap game is on fleek

One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat

I bust a four and a half at the press 'cause my trap game is on fleek

[Verse 4: RV]

'09 I was ducking down opps

'010 I was cutting down crops

'011 I was cruddy on the streets

'012 I was stuck in a box

Fed had me riding a sentence

Never had time for repentance

Been a bad boy from day

I was doing lines in detention

No face, no case, no comment, fed can't ask me no questions

I don't do this for attention

Niggas get got in a sevens

I got shells for the dots

And I just put in two like western

So when you start adding those Ks make sure I don't get a mention

Say what you want about RV, but no one's made me a victim

Chef man down with the Ramsey, I don't take knife from the kitchen

I treat opps like AC 'cause I’m tryna drop that instant

I treat opps like AC 'cause I’m tryna drop that instant

I used to get round there with blades in my hand like a wolverine

Pull up, crash, them man dash, how can you call this beef?

I don’t even call it beef

I just got war with neeks

Niggas keep talking grief

Press the nine three times like I'm calling police