[Intro]

Ghosty

Munroe

Ghosty

Munroe

Turn, turn, turn turn

[Verse 1: Headie One]

Man need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose

Swing my shank with force

I don't use no knuckles, though I'm in my Moose

Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners

I was pissed I couldn't keep my shoes

Opps can't hang outside when I start to get over there in my mood

One Rambo ain't enough

So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two

I been a bad breed since school

In citizenship I'm tryna conceal this kitchen (Turn, turn, turn)

I don't know how to follow the rules

(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

I was still tryna convince my teacher I'm a good citizen

You ain't ever gonna circle the opp block so much times

'Til this dinger won't move

Then continue the glide on foot

That's even more mileage in these shoes

Blood all over my 97's

Now they're looking like Loubs

Had to off white way before Off-White

I still split Jerry Springer in two

[Verse 2: RV]

Bad B keep callin' my phone

Had to tell her 'calm down', I'm tryna stay faithful

When the opps get caught, it's fatal

We're the only ones with waps

They ain't got arms, them niggas disabled

It was tuna and noodles in jail

Now it's smoked salmon with a toasted bagel

For my freedom, I'm grateful

I was locked up like Akon

Came home and I bought me a brand new wap

It's nuttin', there's more where that came from

I've got mob ties like the Drake song

My hood ain't one you can rain on

I'll draw my ting, no crayon

Leave that pussyhole bleedin'

Like it's time of the month and a girl just came on

My niggas can't sleep on a vio

I don't know how the opps can function

Had no clue that I brang my burner

'Til I tried clappin' on junction

Straight M's or attempts any time that man buck them

Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man

But he's still alive, what a poor misjudgement

[Verse 3: Unknown T]

Look, my tings set different

Big fat sword and a Smithen

Gang spill juice on the opps

We don't do no half heart dippings

TT 'rex, OT, get the hotline blingin'

Gang slap corn in their block

So the opp boys know their position

And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin'

I hate when they chat bare greeze 'cah they done no drillings

Opp block, back my shank and fish him

Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in

Wave that blade, do more than bend your back if man dig it

Duck if man ring it

Move back if you lack cah this ain't your average chingin'

You don't know my face, since old school days been drillin'

Grab that black gym back for the action

More time the gauge been hidden

My goon soon home cah his case got ridden

Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen

Me and V9 had to pattern 'em up, what a great decision

I still gotta pattern up Mulli

Big man lowe it and play your position

Slap that wap cah the 8 don't listen

Them boy love to talk on the net

But really they're great with distance

I send shots to your boss on the roads and tracks

Your empty threats are all fiction

Let's not forget that shh held a dippin'

Big man play your position

I'm the youngest tug' on the mission

Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin'

Likkle man keep dissin'

Grip my shank, with the blade I'm swingin'

Swing what shank? I'ma blaze and ping him

You're pissed on your block if you buck into us

We ain't givin' a basic chingin'

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin'

Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'

Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'

Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'

Turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'