[Intro]

Ayo Freddy, this one's crazy

R14

[Verse 1: Trapx10 & V9]

Party vibe, with the masheen

I ain't on the rocks, I'ma brandy (No way)

Damn right, this hammer come handy, let sweets fire, no piñata candy (Baow)

Come from sweets, like Hansel and Gretel

No CSCS, for this metal

My man's stressed, got hit with some pebbles

Flinstones, Bamm-Bamm and hit pedals

My Kartel's Vybzin', next-minute, ridin'

In the trap, with a dumper (Baow)

Bro left eighteen holes in his jumper, left in a bunker

Put him under (Free him)

I try put a hole-in-one, got parred, when the hand ting started, actin' (Pissed)

If I ain't hittin' licks or rappin', I got birdies on the ends, I'm trappin'

Aye, come here

[Verse 2: V9]

Them man try pull up and bang (Nah)

I'm lookin' at bro, is it pellets or blanks?

Shank in my hand, don't skank, don't scream like Dam (Nah)

When the prick got splashed (Ching, ching)

I'm in a three-door truck, I'm cruisin' (Yes)

Wind-down the window, abuse it (Grr, baow)

I DoRoad, tryna blow man's face PR-15

If I operate mans brain (Grr, baow, baow)

You fell for the trap, shoulda held ten, but he got seven instead (Splash, splash)

Bro's with skeng and I got mine, don't get caught when it's night time (Nah)

Gang pull up and we go wild (Baow)

Young boy swing a axe like Fortnite (Swing that)

You got dropped in his head, now it's night-night (Ha-ha)

But he came back, like Fortnite (Damn)

Beef zombies, this shit come like Fright Night (Gone)

[Verse 3: PR SAD]

Pissed that he didn't turn hashtag, you know that we back-shot, the way that we teared him

Ask Snow 'bout the size of these bearin's, bro hit him bad, now he wears them as earrin's

We ain't really into the braggin', but when you talk Clapham, you know that we cleared 'em

Confirms, there's no comparin', two in a year, had the whole block tearin'

Face shots, I'm a elegant demon

Chest shots, without know why we're beefin'

Ask Solomon's mum, 'bout greivin'

I heard she chattin' to the blogs in meetin's, leave it

He ain't comin' back like Jesus

His face got crossed off a leaflet

We really do drills, they speak it, my latest drill, two tan, then I beat it

[Verse 4: V9, PR SAD, Trapx10 & DoRoad]

Tap-tap-tapped it twice, hit one (Gllt, bah)

I wish broski came in, finished my lunch

They might survive off luck (Damn)

'Cause he's got one lung, shit must be tough (Ha-ha)

Rough, look at the bells it's nut, when I got down two, broski got one (Mhm)

They know about us (Us) fill up the van, let's look for punks

All the shit, we done, can't bring to light

All the wounds that he got, they can't bring him to life

We was fifteen tryna ling off a bike

You couldn't imagine, what I did in my prime

In my pinnacle, Giant got twenty five, more than critical

Six got bun, the damage was minimal

Four got dropped, won't stop 'til we kill 'em all

Bro threw up a .9 like V, no gang signs, he was lettin' off T (Bap-bap)

The PR, sent him to the ER, but the .44 long would've chalked that scene (Dead boy)

Ho-hopped out and he try make off, took chase, but I caught up quick with ease

Wipe my nizz, on my mans top, made off in a RS3 (Duckin')

Twenty in the-twenty in the scorps, we're lettin' it ring (We're gonna tap it)

From old-school pedal bike days, if your chest on face, then it's classed as a ying

When I see my man, I'm gonna argue with him

We got three in the fours, gonna bargain with him (Baow)

Jump out, sparkin' a pin (Boy)

Even if I ain't back rappin', my ting there waitin'

You know she gonna park off the ting, yo

Two hammers up, like God (Like God)

All the fuck-boys know what I'm on

I'm a real badman, I'll do it for my block

I'm a real gunman, on this block, where I shot (Baow)

Lake in the rex, it dropped when it locks

It late and he's vexxed, he got dropped by the dots (Boy, boy)

Late and he's vexxed, he got dropped by the dots