[Intro: Tiny Snap + Stigs]

CS, M1, my dargs

Listen

[Verse 1: Stigs]

Don't talk alot, about the war should stop

Donny, I've got food like a corner shop

Real talk, you won't be talking if I bought the Glock

You won't be talking if I brang that Glock

You won't be talking when your cap gets twiss, like a Panda Pop

Coming through your chimney, that's Santa's job

I'm coming through your door, take the latch off lock

I'll fill up your face like botox, couple aggy shots

I ain't tryna put my stick down

Don't go one step, does shit mixed down

I'm a bad boy, your crew you get kicked out

Don't wanna see my right hand C with his stick out

When I touched it, dargy I loved it

Listening to Butch got my stereo pumping

Niggas better run quick, better get to ducking

If you don't, no baby but I'll put it in your stomach

It's crazy, I don't see you on the backroads

I done told you I'm dishing out ASBO's

If I clap the burner, you like rapstars?

I'll shoot you in your head, you can be just like Uncle Murda

I ain't shooting and missing darg

If my niggas CS says that he's on him then I'm in the car

Bird in my house, fuck taking her to cinema

Slap it in his foot, then I put him in the finisher

[Verse 2: Tiny Snap]

There's no clique that wanna beef us

And if they do, they'll be meeting the bun like beef does

Pass the trey, pussy before I reach cuz

Or get an asap slice, no pizza

Not one move, I wanna be richer

The real meaning of snapshot, no picture

GO and CS, really rough riding with two sticks

When I say that, no Twix bar

My team all move sick with the weapon

So violate, you won't see 2011

Free my darg SN the trey-eighty legend

If I got it, darg I'ma definitely get him

Better pray for a better day

I'm tryna dead all of my enemies for my own sake

Move low 'cause if you slip

You'll definitely drop like you're in a pair of ice skates

Don't need to ask me "am I gonna bang though?"

Done stabbed niggas up with my fucking rambo

Gun, tried to shoot dons up, made my hand blow

Now I'm tryna get it in dark, mad dough

Only time my feet move, when I'm in a fed chase

Violate Slumps, it's gonna be bloody

Finish his game and I don't mean chess mate

Kick him in his head, won't be leaving with a headache

[Verse 3: CS]

Posted but trust me the block is hot

Call me greaze mode C the don dot

Violation? Rise up the dot dot

When the dot coughs you'll need a doc trust

I'm the illest darg, illest darg, gunshot

Fuck a leggy darg, up close mugshot

Fuck a yellow card I'm tryna send a don off

Squeeze till then gun stops then you'll get a gun buck

Straight, I stay piffing on the pave

I've blazed yutes that'll blaze you so behave

Brave, the mandem done smashed up his face

White tee looking "suu woo" O-Trey

Jakes locked up my friends now there's fakes

Running, think they're brave, gunshots they'll take

Or they break, till they're body bagged in the grave

My mind won't settle so I'm plotting everyday

Like Stigs been my don from a young age

I remember us rolling shanked up, those were the gassed days

You see me strapped with Tiny Snap that's a bad day

Body bag grey, probably dead like that day

That set, I roll with some real vets

OPB and S.I, shoot legends

GMG and Anti are loose yutes then

Let the beef start, rassclart, shoot shoot, dead