[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]

I know half of these niggas don't like man

Dots in the left and the bells in the right hand, shush

I'ma do it like reverse, pull up with matics and push

And he woulda been here if he didn't gas my man, whoosh

I chose a dumb route

I hit the road, I trapped in the down south and I'm here

Stolen rides when we buck guys and some lonely wives and tears

Double the chrome and I double the drum

Homicides and they're hitting your mum

Got the new size whеn I step on the grub

And I'm matching the fit with thе snub

Lamb truck, I fill it with drillers, I'm rolling with some millionaires

Fresh out the trench, we done it on dingers, we done it on peds

I'm cutting off corners, the bricks are inside, something like Tetris

When the trap go crazy I'm feeling alive, I'ma fuck up my pension

Young boy runner scheme on the plug but the boy ain't dumb enough

By blood I'm a D-boy, cocaine on the phone like hurry up, hurry up

This stainless part of the game, my nigga remade a play, he's coming up

We're setting up shop in your town, away we came, well wadaya wadaya

[Verse 2: K-Trap]

Don't draw me out, I'm a prover

Nine L, that's a Luger

Phone for the sprayer, my young boy came with a SK on a e-scooter

Do that wrong it's tuna, ordering canteen on a computer

Measure the brick, I don't need no ruler

Drop in the ice, gonna make it cooler

I've been bad from back then

Dargs had the spinner, sipping a Magnum

When it was galore you never had them

Dinger's done too much mileage, wheels probably using up traction

Four white two black bells, I'm tryna fill up that action

Shoot that chest with a rotty body, laying that's Dagenham

Then I'm uptown, let me get soft shell crab leg

Fuck the leg, tryna do it like Rimzee, I upper clap them

Russian nine, it came with an accent

Rub that, check it's him and slug that

Rucksack, we ain't in a car, I'll clutch that

Bro got numbers and letters, he hugged that

Then he comes home tryna find where the grub's at

Remember when I washed up white girl?

I was upset cause I never got none back

Undo the four but I love that bruck back

Shush and a whoosh man, hush that

[Verse 3: Rimzee]

She be giving dow in the ride

Tryna turn man ghost like Power

Step with the SIG Sauer

My life's been a movie, Idris Elba

Should be tryna go Umrah

But I'm in the yard with habr and unta

Committing these acts of a kaffir

Plus I'm rapping, embarrassing the ummah

For all these things that we do

I had to sit down and pay my dues

Heard my bro's in a madness

Ran out my crib, had on two different shoes

Went and I rise up the broom

Give them an offer they can't refuse

In the street, me one with my tool

I let it beat before I knew Fumez

Foot, bike, cars, whatever

Any day, any time, any weather

Gun in my hand like henna

Madman Steve, one member

Don't beef on Insta Live

Little Reecey come outside

I don't even rap, I make the truth rhyme

Gang active, that's standard

I put the clap in Clapton

Step with a passion

Niggas are acting, I am the captain

For Allah I'll rise that pistol

They love me like I'm from Mogadishu

These niggas don't want no issues

I make it pow like Bizzle