[Intro]

Arks Beats

[Part 1]

[Verse 1: STINX & RA]

Yo, akh, we need to talk (Wagwan?)

What the fuck just happened up north? (Mad ting)

Line up a van, we don't need a plan

Shoot, make him a corpse (Mad)

I know one girl that he's linking (Yeah?)

From junction (Yeah?), Lavender (Yeah?)

He's linking her later at Satay bar (Yo, lame)

Turned colder, [turn lane?] into avatar (Mad)

[Verse 2: RA & STINX]

Word, them man there's on the south side? (Course)

Man fi leave that dead with his mouth wide

Bet he stays in his house like a housewife (

[?]

)

When you see Ard Adz it's about time (

[?]

)

I hear you, akh, I know you want shoot

Gotta do this right though, planning the route

Close up, I don't wanna hang from a coupe (Yeah?)

Pull up, watch his head hang from a roof

[Verse 3: SHINX & RA]

Aight, cool, tell me the motive

Gather the waps, I'll gather the soldiers

Fuck Adz, he is a cobra

Go to his mums, make everything kosher (Official)

Woi-oi, you know it's all over

Bro's cold, but akhi you're colder (Yeah)

Live on the planet of apes, we're older (Yeah)

But I could never switch sides like cobra

[Verse 4: SHINX & RA]

Wait there, akhi, I'm rolling

Cho, man better hold him

Done know the motto (Defo), head, pothole

Send them back dead, box Morocco

Them boy are pussies, probably chat man (Course)

Check out the car, we need to 'nap man

You bring the rope, I bring the gas can

Set them alight, then roll up and wrap man

[Verse 5: RA]

Donnies are bait, poison, I rip the head off a snake (Huh)

Hold him down, push lead in his face (Take that down)

If youngers are raging, ready to skate

I can't wait to catch man again

I don't even want Rapman again ([?])

I just wanna see Ard Adz get kwenged

Just cool, I'll tell you the time and when (Uh)

[Part 2]

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee]

Yo, wagwan, my chargie? Everyting good? Everyting bless?

(Calm, my killy)

I'm vexed, the other night something shoulda dropped dead (Fuck)

But the feds turned up, everyting went left (Swear?)

I had his mouth lined up, doing too much chattings

Though we shoulda just kweffed (Fuck him)

Imagine, the other day this RA yute try line me

Then I made Adz line him (Pow)

Then the feds lined us, then it all got mad (Mad)

I had the ting pointed at his hat

Then the armed jakes gave me a heart attack

Can't lie, done dash, I weren't looking back

You know me, I'll have a shootout, anywhere, any day

But not with no fed, man, fuck that

[Verse 2: BackRoad Gee & Abra Cadabra]

Ayy, ayy, uh

How you mean, my akh? (You know)

How you let it happen, you shoulda made it slap (Ugh)

Make big man panic, then vanish, it's all tragic (Ugh)

Two for the price of one, let a man touch you, my darg, they done (Ugh, ugh)

'Bout to make this one take off her wig

Load up a stick and bring it to me

I don't wanna see my man running

Come hold this one like a G

I can see you, but you can't see me

Oi, threw him in the boot, it's finished

Good riddance, self distance (Truss me)

Ha, my darg, no witness

[Verse 3: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee]

Ugh, you know what it is?

My man's an akh so I thought twice (Yo, [you cuz?])

I hear you though, I should've put him in the screen like Fortnite (Fuck)

Fuck that, if I get that drop

Gun power on me, I'll be out there all night (Oi)

Heard a cat say he knows where he stays for a price

I don't know could be all lies (That's cap, man)

See that Sneakbo prick, if he slips, then he's pissed (Grrrt)

This machine ain't got no friendship groups

Anywhere that I slap, it hits

Look, ever since that day, I ain't takin' no check

Got my machine on me

But my brudda don't show no one 'bout this, 'cah it's hot

Duppy affi make properly (Truss me, cuz)

[Verse 4: BackRoad Gee & Abra Cadabra]

(Ayy)

Woom doom woof (Ayy)

You know say we do that proper (Come on)

Get 'round there, nobody can stop us

Fill this hand ting, let off copper (You know)

Grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, grrrt

Let man have it (Ayy, ayy)

Pissed, gotta get my hands on a semi-automatic (Ayy. ayy)

[Verse 5: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee]

What you talkin' 'bout? Don't worry bout machine

I got that in abundance (Love)

I got machine like I got jumpers (Oi)

Opp block dumpers, .40 cal t'umpers (It's only right)

Anywhere I see RA, main road, side road

Man affi lean with it (Grrrt, grrrt)

Left more than three in him, you get it (Love that)

[Part 3]

[Verse 1: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

What's good? (Yo)

I ain't heard from you in a long time (

[?]

)

The only time I get to see you is online

'Cause you're always on point and on time (

[?]

)

But on the real, it's war, I need you on site

[Verse 2: Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

Left or right, right or left, 'cah anyone get kweffed

I make a man get X'd, come like his girlfriend left

Just send the address

So come, let we do this ting, let's pattern up quick

I got a lashes appointment

And I hope you got readies on you

'Cause the peddies on you, long time and it's [?]

[Verse 3: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

You always on a hype ting (What?)

All bad and boujee boujee

I know you like riding (Come on)

But I like the way how you get a job done

No nine-to-five ting (Mmm)

I got a likkle problem and it needs solving

I know you're the right ting

Trust me I need a on-sight ting

[Verse 4: Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

I stay on site like the builders, boo

So tell me how you wan' drill this yute

I know a gyal Adz linking

She always hinting, she will reveal the truth

She a distant relative, move too feminine, but all that is irrelevant

We`ll go for drinks and when they settling

I get a drop on, you put the shell in him

[Verse 5: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

That's live, that's even better

You know that I broke this too because you know

You're a serious stepper (Come on)

I know you got your own ting, but I woulda give you this wheel-up 'retta

I'm telling you, boy, gyal will get man in some serious pepper

But all I'm saying is make sure you apply that serious pressure (Always)

I mean jump out, and go slump out, this likkle eediat bredda

Rinse it and turn his red tee redder

[Verse 6: Shanny4rmdaBrixx]

I'ma slump out this dickhead yute, what?

He try have chat for you?

Aight say nothin', I'ma spray sutin'

And I'ma ride on this dickhead yute

Lemme pattern up, then I'ma rise it up

Double-tap it up and that will done this nigga

Anyone that fucks with the gang, just know, trust me

It's mad when I see that nigga

[Part 4]

[Verse 1: RA & Ard Adz]

(Hello?)

Yo gangster (Who's that?)

You tried leave man's clip on empty (It's you)

But I could never make that mistake again

Got my clip now looking all lengthy

It's a touchback, so all I gotta do is clutch and squeeze that gently

Put my foot on your chest and two in your head

For that move that you pulled, was stenchy (Where you at, man?)

No "aight" ting, best watch where you buy that Fendi

'Cause my young G's might just dip you down

And make how you die look trendy

Panorama gonna see how I dealt with you

And put you on a documentary

I'm a man of my word and I always keep it one hundred like a century

[Verse 2: Ard Adz]

Prick, I don't wear no Fendi, I will lick man down in my own McKenzie

If you come 'round here at this time, make sure that clip in your wap ain't empty

If I jook man down with a rambo, akh, I won't stop 'til the blade get bendy

Huh, akh, don't tempt me, I'll drive through your block like Wendy's

Yo, 24, did you hear that?

Let's get two .4s and then air that

If there's no gloves, then it's bare back

[Verse 3: M24]

Let's ride on them, come on then

Clip filled to the brim, let's run on them

'Cah we ain't just tryna get one of them

When we go 'round, I bet they won't come again

[Verse 4: Ard Adz]

'Cah they ain't on shit at all

Let's go 'round there and hit a fool

.9 or the .4, let's pick a tool

Or this MAC might hit 'em all

[Verse 5: M24]

Yeah, I'll air that, fuck that (Truss)

I'm bringing out a 'retta and a bruck back (Mmm)

Put the bruck back, in a ruck sack

And I got the 'retta on my nut sack

[Verse 6: Ard Adz]

Now trust, that's love, akh

I'm bringing out that .4s and I love that

I'ma cock that, buss that

Make his head spin like a dust cap

[Verse 7: M24 & Ard Adz]

Anyone of them I see, I'm gonna red man's top

Man ain't gonna stop 'til the bredrin's dropped

Do the drill, then skid, come back next time

On wap, see civilians beg man stop (Pussy)

Let's roll, I got a hand ting cocked

If I wet man down, I'ma red man's top

Trust, if I shoot my .9, I swear on my life his head back soft

We're gonna come back squeezing, whole place dashing

Do it with meaning, do it with passion

Smoke one of them or splash him (Trust)

About drip, man ruin that fashion (Trust)