[Intro]

Yeah

Hang tight my niggas

T and F, (MKthePlug) ay

With F and R, (M1onTheBeat), no names, ay

Opps keep talking diss and dizzle

Run up in the gaff and grip that wizzle

Diss and dizzle

Run up in the gaff and grip that wizzle

Don't really care no more, got that missile (gosh)

Oh my gosh, listen, yo

[Verse 1]

Opps keep talking this and that (it's mad)

Run up in the gaff and grip that stash (dickhead)

Did pop a yardie with my akh (ok)

Give a man hindu in in yats (ok)

Shit that i've been through

Hell and back (ok)

I'm a big yute come tell this chat (it's mad)

Cah I ain't really tryna dip his hat (ching ching)

Might just do him neck, chest and back (mad)

Dip him in his eye, make him a pirate

Real G's moving in silence

Done done all the drills and violence (ay)

Done been in the field for knifings

Sat in your yard, doing up typing

Fuck all the opps that man are consigning

Rob all the food, back to the grinding

If I do shoobs, nigga just shining

If I do crud nigga never sign in

Cause, on my life no phones when i'm riding (no way)

I'm out for mine so i'm tryna get mine in (yes)

Don't bring food to the table, no dining (fuck off)

Don't giving uckie you're crazy no whining

This is the 4 anthem I'm writing

Hang tight the 4 mandem we riding (40)

The 4 mandem we riding (40)

[Chorus]

Work work, come down to the 4, it's mad (it's mad up)

Skirt skirt, just dropped my young g a pack (drop it arf)

Twerk twerk, got church gyal going on bad (badders)

Lurk lurk, I ain't tryna get put on tag (no way)

Work work, come down to the 4, it's mad (it's crazy)

Skirt skirt, just dropped my young g a pack (it's a drop arf)

Twerk twerk, got church gyal going on bad (uckers)

Lurk lurk, I ain't tryna get put on tag (no way)

[Verse 2]

I ain't tryna get put on tag (why?)

I ain't tryna get locked on wing (no way)

Like free up my real house fam

Mike right now probs making a ching (free my nigga)

I just copped new bells

Got new opps so the bells will ring (dickhead)

I just copped new smells

Got new flavours, trapline bling (bling)

I do road with F Davili

Might link Jay and ting (my niggas)

And I got apna in Harehills, that's kway and ting (my g)

Gyal doing up driver

That's bare deals with bae and ting (drop it arf)

And if we get stopped, don't say a ting (shh)

Like nah don't talk

Put your foot down start doing up sport (rev it)

Like Lord, I ain't perfect

I'm doing road, like L'oreal, I know that it's worth it (ay)

I'm banging job when I get the drop, yeah my shootas smirking (ay)

I'm doing T and I love the F, so my lines stay twerking

Like ring ring (ring)

Manaman's got instant

Best don't fuck up the drop

Pattern the AC or get ching ching (ching)

Mans tryna do a quick ting

Authorise, then we rinsing

Do TNF to get tings in (ok)

TNF to make guns bark

Hit the block and make dogs bark (ok)

Stash the clap in their mum's yard (ay)

This gangsta shit, it ain't fun nah (no way)

Touch my broski, I'll bun ya

Smoke a cone till I'm under

Crash a man just like thunder

I'll crash a man just like thunder (boom)

[Chorus]

Work work, come down to the 4, it's mad (it's mad)

Skirt skirt, just dropped my young g a pack (drop it arf)

Twerk twerk, got church gyal going on bad (badders)

Lurk lurk, I ain't tryna get put on tag (nah)

Work work, come down to the 4, it's mad (it's mad up)

Skirt skirt, just dropped my young g a pack (pick it up)

Twerk twerk, got church gyal going on bad (badders)

Lurk lurk, I ain't tryna get put on tag (haha)