[Intro: Y.Spend, Shocks]

Boom Productions

Young Spend

Real fucking G

Tryna hold me down, but I'll soon come home

Hold tight Mad Max

Man like Billy Da Kid

Young [?]

Young Taz

Real G's

[Verse 1: Shocks]

Niggas know Nizzy is a hot place

Clocked face, get a cocked gauge, to your shocked face (Bow)

See the feds fam? It's a cop chase

Drop mate, with your shocked face, on the rough paves (Dead)

Then I rest off on a Sunday

Got me a couple Z shots for a damn change

Plus I got stopped by the MJ

Oh [?] piss I got nicked on a wrong day

Catch me on the strip, everyday, 'cause I'm getting paid (Yeah)

Me, MK, Jim Jones and my nigga [?]

You can get the four fizz chrome in your flipping face

You can get your boys wig dome by the ricochet

Niggas who, never knew me, they be begging it

If you slip, with a few G, then I'm taking it

In the beef, me and Boost we, won't be legging it

Try and cop me an Uzi and extended clip

I ain't gonna lie I was a bit depressed bro

Cah, true say, I just couldn't get dough

Get [?], get straps fam, and we let go

Get rid of all the evidence, with the petrol (Burn)

Touch JJ, best run to the feds bro (Sprint)

Cah, you will, get bun, with the [?] nose

Cock back, let the ting go through his best clothes (Bow bow)

Cars speeding up, on the roads, like tempo

[Chorus: Tiny Boost, Shocks]

Niggas better roll with the side, if you ain't got a gun

Get bun with the [?] nose

'Cause I've got a couple gunners in the squad

Cock back, squeeze off and hope that you die

Niggas better roll with the side, if you ain't got a gun

Get bun with the [?] nose

'Cause I've got a couple gunners in the squad

Cock back, squeeze off and hope that you die

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]

I hope the feds ain't close to my back (Back)

(Black) Black 'danna and I'm holding a strap (Strap), and you know where it's at

In my pocket, I'll pop it, all over your back

Home visits, get blood, all over your flat

Little fag shouldn't open your trap

'Cause if I open the bag

Bring it out, and start choking the gat

You'll be in the air, floating and dat

It ain't win when it blows off your cap, just know that you're clapped

SN1, but I ain't fucking with the different sets (Nope)

Still get SI'ed for any sort of disrespect (Instant)

Motherfuckers best know (Better know, better)

Violate, I'll let it slip through your flipping neck

Talk for my team (Team), walk with my heat (Heat)

Pussies think I'm slipping 'til I cause up a scene

And I'm talking 'bout a MK's front page (Front page)

Now you're the talk of the streets

Niggas better know that I ride (Ride)

Pussies better know that it's time to get domed with the nine (Nine)

Bruv, I won't get known for the crime

Masked up, leather gloves when I roll on your life

[Chorus: Tiny Boost, Shocks]

Niggas better roll with a side, if you ain't got a gun better roll with your knife

'Cause I've got a couple gunners in the squad (In the squad)

That will squeeze off and hope that you die

Niggas better roll with the side, if you ain't got a gun

Get bun with the [?] nose

'Cause I've got a couple gunners in the squad (In the squad)

Cock back, squeeze off and hope that you die

Niggas better roll with the side, if you ain't got a gun

Get bun with the [?] nose

'Cause I've got a couple gunners in the squad (In the squad)

Cock back, squeeze off and hope that you die