[Verse 1: SJ]

I'm tryna pack man off these bootings, shootings

I guess SJ just blew it

This 4 door looks ruined but we still get too it

Anywhere anyday we get looping (What you scoring?)

The scoreboard keeps moving

The opps keep loosing, OFB till death no choosing (Gang)

Add a K don’t lose it that's more than bruising

Pull up, aim high and do it

[Verse 2: Kwengface]

Man just do it, rise that shoe

Man shoe it, want beef? Let the beef get

Brewing do him, man leave your outfit ruined

Came with sweets no chewits

Or, push my Rambo through him

2-2 Step like a man pursuit

Them man ain't street they dunno what they’re doin' (No)

[Verse 3: SJ]

Ayy, wheels on this car go round

While I drive round town

Just me and my mate (My gang)

SJ I'm know to do bootings bait, no face, but they still wanna say my name (My name)

Bad B on the Nizz from Kway, no case but she came here for Bandokay (For my bro)

Out peddle bike, Grinding all day, got shocked by K's but I just backed jakes (Gang)

[Verse 4: Kwengface]

Look, look, sweet one come to the 2's (Aii come here)

But she come for Trizzy (Lowe' It)

If I back my flicky, chest or neck like don't be Silly

I'm chilling off with a Bad B

All on me from the south of Killy (Aii, aii)

She said she don’t feel my rap

Don’t feel my trap cah I talk too drilly

[Verse 5: SJ]

Ayy, she said she don't feel my rap

Don’t feel my trap cah I chat too drilly, Silly

SJ Rocks, no Milly, come fuck with me

I'll take you round the city, (Gang, gang) money on your mind keep thinking, drinking take everything no witness (No witness)

Then it's back the trap fuck bitches, snitches, snitches

Get left in stitches

[Verse 6: Kwengface]

Yo, snitches get left in stitches (Splash)

How many times have we whipped it or dipped It tryna lock this district (Gang)

Uhh, I'm like fuck the system, still out

Tryna get my riches (Ahh)

Used to cut my jeans with my kitchen knife

15 now the case wanna dip him (Dead)

[Chorus: SJ & Kwengface]

Woi, I told bro Kweng and aim for face

This cake got baked no tray (Bow, Bow)

15 on waist, the streets ain’t safe

OFB run north jus' sayin' (Jus' sayin')

Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K

And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk

Or I might smoke my man on my J's

Woi, I told bro Kweng and aim for face

This cake got baked no tray (Bow, Bow)

15 on waist, the streets ain't safe

OFB run north jus' sayin' (Jus' sayin)

Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K

And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk

Or I might smoke my man on my J's

[Verse 7: Kwengface]

Yo, look, I'm OT doing up trap, no cap (No cap, no cap)

I'm with a Peng Ting in my OT spot and the gyal wanna count my stack

I ain't rich so I'm feeling cash

See I trap Between the two

I was late for booth cah I lurked with the wap

I didn't eat a Mc'ds for weeks

It's peak so I'm hitting up town for a vax

I'm on the opp block tryna lurk and pivot

I'm all up in a next spot or all ups tryna earn my riches (What you sayin?)

That's an SJ flow you know

Bro too cold so I had to work with it (Cold)

If it weren't by Snoop or Maxo, D'squeezo, LR did it (Ching)

[Verse 8: SJ]

Aii, I'm dishing out bare smoke, no cancer

Jump out gang of this van, no banter

I'm tryna leave man red like santa, clamper

Retire my man like Lampard

Press the 9, free times I ain't calling feds (No way)

And if you don't run get blammed in your head (Bow, Bow)

I'm swining my Shank, aim straight for you chest

I'm back to the trap, trap mash get bread

That's Samurai Jack or Samurai J

I got a name that shit in my blade

SJ, I'm above insane, no games

I've got about 8 man on my shave (8 man)

Don't be the next one to get shaved

Don't blaze tryna tan man's skin with this gauge (Bow, Bow)

And tape estates and put man front page

And pray camera's don't see no face (Woi Woi)

[Chorus: SJ & Kwengface]

Woi, I told bro Kweng and aim for face

This cake got baked no tray (Bow, Bow)

15 on waist, the streets ain't safe

OFB run north jus' sayin' (Jus' Sayin)

Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K

And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk

Or I might smoke my man on my J's

Woi, I told bro Kweng and aim for face

This cake got baked no tray (Bow, Bow)

15 on waist, the streets ain't safe

OFB run north jus' sayin' (Jus sayin')

Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K

And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk

Or I might smoke my man on my J's