[Intro: JM14]
Welcome to Mounty
Look, yeah
HollaBack Beats (Woo)
[Chorus: HollaBack Beats]
My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Rock up, the trenches, get folded
Lads on the corner, just roll them
Tryna come around, should've told 'em
[Verse 1: Celly14]
We got a bunch of dogs on set (On set)
Next time you're here, they gon' vet (Gone vet)
Gettin' treated for a torn chest
Bleedin' heavy from the raw flesh (Raw flesh)
Seventy (Mounty), sixty (Murder), how can a vid get C-G?
You talkin' smoke, then it ain't a joke
That we keep 'em packed like a CP
Check ya self, how ya act, mack
An L for you, you can't hack that
Rusty toys in the backpack
You last as long as a Snapchat
I got ten steppin' with ten weapons
You dissapearin' in ten seconds
If you get away in a better place
You must really have ten blessings
[Verse 2: JM14]
Dogs talkin' outta their rectums (Talk shit)
Left us dirty, gave us no choice, so we just wrecked him
Ran up on him with no question
Don't mind to see ya catch up
One, two to that chin
Watch the boys grin to run from the cops (Hahaha)
Free all my brothers on lock (Free 'em)
Doin' time for the set
Leavin' cats not breathin' for a reason, takin' out that threat
Enemies caught, left bleedin' while sleepin'
Done without a sweat (fuck)
Opposition left scarred, makin' sure they don't forget
I pray that they don't forget
[Chorus: HollaBack Beats]
My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Then step up then open their mouth
G'd up is what it's about
We're lookin' the rise, so we can seek out
They already know what Mounty's about
[Verse 3: Spenny14]
Do you really wanna step up to the top plate? (Fuck that)
Do you really wanna test us?
Quick lad like me with a crazy hairdo
Trust, bruv, I'll bust ya
Their tryna look into my street (Pussy)
You don't wanna get got
You're turnin' the seventy into a crime scene
So I suggest you stop
My whole team, they all mental
Lads serious, they've all lost it
Judge Murphy gave us a line not to cross
And I'm pretty sure all of them crossed it
The police department's knockin' on my front door
Tryna turn ONEFOUR into a hostage
Where you hidin' out? The cops are findin' out
Which lads are playin' these games (Pull up)
You snitchin' up and we findin' out
So it's best you stay in your lane
[Chorus: HollaBack Beats]
My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Then step up then open their mouth, G'd up is what its about
We're lookin' the rise, so we can seek out
They already know what Mounty's about
My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Rock up, the trenches, get folded
Lads on the corner, just roll them
Tryna come around, should've told 'em
(HollaBack Beats, wooh)