[Intro]

(Is this Glock?)

Hmm, ay come here

[Verse]

Section 60, who gives a fuck? That ain't stopping us

Brand new Glocks, brand new whip

We don't shoot at legs, aim high at kid

I swing my knife, I tear up skin and I do it all in a bliss

I'm tryna kill, I ain't tryna think, I need yutes in Riz

Stop taking the piss, you got hit in your shit

And up in your hood you're a bitch

Stop talking shit, you ain't hopped out a stolen and put a yute on the ground

Made him drown, put him down, clowns

I bill up the dead, the powers intense, I'm losing common sense

Don't sit on that fence, that's top with intent

What can't you comprehend?

Can't defend when I step with the jets

Vroom, hold up, stop, glare, glare

DSR on my drip, who cares?

It wasn't me who slapped, it was close as hell

He survived, oh well, he still held shells

Said we don't slap bine, liar

Decamp cars, [?] fire

Petrol bath man wait for the fire

Switch on a, just sing like a Choir