[Intro]

If you don't drill the replica good

The bullet won't leave and pop

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[Verse 1: Bandokay]

More time just swing where the heart is

Yo, let me get my hands on Jojo

Push my Rambz straight through them glasses

In the T, wooden floor, no carpet

I've been there for time, ain't clean my armpits

Pedal bike on the strip, man's grafting

Man just lean out the ride, start barking (Bow)

[Verse 2: Double Lz]

OFB's got too much skengs (Bow)

And we circle 'round on the opp block

Don't bring phones, just waps instead (We don't)

We ain't leaving angles bent (Bow)

Too many back doors popped on them (Dickheads)

Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed (You're stressed)

Free Ingz, free Bradz (Bow), OYY keeps taking my friends

[Verse 3: SJ]

How many man been splashed and shot? (Got bust)

We done a drill, laid low from cops

See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops (Rip)

The PR got wrapped in socks

And I'm in a next ends, that's kway, that's posh

The skeng's real safe, it's calm, it's locked (Locked)

And when I rise it, it's gon' beat like thots

It's gon' beat like thots (Get beated)

[Verse 4: Bandokay]

What's so hard to go step for your G's?

Me, I will just step and squeeze (Yo)

Did you hear that shotgun sneeze?

**** called me and kissed her teeth (Darling)

I think the corn woke her out of her sleep (I'm sorry)

Blame Kermit, he just blammed a neek (Blame Kermit)

Talk is cheap, what happened that week? (Gang, gang, gang)

Gang got two but it should have been three

Me and Klapz in a German doing top speed

Right now we need two bad Bs

That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed

Move from here with them tired trees (Fuck off)

Catch me on the glide in a bruck down Jeep (My bros)

Me, Lil T, MadMax and Creeps (Gang)

Opp pulled up late at night and went screen

I ain't heard nothing but the tyres screech (Skrr)

[Verse 5: Double Lz]

Circle the Woods with the spinner on me

This kid is a violent G

Toured over there with guns back seat

Rude boy, drop and your feeling this heat

Slap this wap, that's A&E

Barbies run and hold up your weave (Ha)

Pull up on yute and dump out three

Hella man run, they push and scream

And man can't-man can't be onto me (Ha)

Cah I'll run up on your block with Rambo out

Tryna fish down one of your G's (Ching)

These guys can't talk on the team

Too many man got chased by me (Runners)

Bore you up and the blade I keep (Keep it)

And I had shh running from me

I'm not gonna lie, I gave him three (I bored him)

And man know I'm holding my shank

How many times have I unclipped my Rambz? (How many?)

And we had them hiding in blocks

It's straight up ments if you buck this gang (Mothers)

Dot-dots slap, just watch it spread

Again and again, suttin's gonna get whacked (Bow)

God knows why they don't ride back

They keep it a mystery, dumb little (Fuck)

[Verse 6: SJ]

Don't slip with your bae and start running away (Don't run)

And leave her like Turna

Lil Jojo got himself bored up

And he's beefing the O and he still ain't turned up (No he hasn't)

They got bro-bro on the wing and they caging him in

Want him locked like Shmurda (Free him up)

But there's only a matter of time

Then broski's home and that day we turn up (Turn up, turn up)

But let's give the opps some clout (Let's give it)

For the way that they run their mouth (Run)

They ain't scored no points on the O

But it come like the O be the talk of the town (Why they talking?)

Where I'm from, there's a load of waps

But where my opps from, there's a load of clowns (A load of them)

Bad B on man from kway, she don't get no love, only gets one round (One round)

[Verse 7: Bandokay]

Shotty come long like Grace

Way to your boy too fucking bait

Claps got his suttin' in the rave (My bro)

But true say, true say I'm good anyway (I'm good, I'm good)

Cah I got two Rambo's on my waist (Ching, ching)

She got a back and a pretty little face (Sweet one)

She's like, "Kay, when we going on a date?"

I'm in a bando, babe, got grub on the plate (Gone)

[Verse 8: Double Lz]

Skattz like freeze, a well-known booter (Booter)

He's known for rising the hoover (Hoover)

You don't wanna get seen in the late night

Bro set pace, got blood on his Puma (Splash)

You can hold corn for throwing them twos up

Free V jugg on the wing with tuna (Free him)

Feds want shh for bootings

But I swear down bro's too clued up (He is)

[Verse 9: SJ]

Mind where you step (Mind out)

OFB's are the ones that kweff (Yeah, we do)

I done been in the field for a sec', and I've ran man down 'til I run out of breath (Run him down)

See my blade gonna rip through flesh

Bleach my blade, don't leave no mess (No mess)

And that leaves no stress, that's back to the Trizz, tryna see more bread (More bread)

[Outro]

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