[Intro: Workrate & SWavey]

Yeah yeah, ay gang shit, shoutout SWavey, c'mon

Ay ay ay ay ay

Listen

Free the guys man, free me, free Sus

Senseii

Free all the guys, you know

Grr

All entertainment, nothing but entertainment man

Trust me

Shoutout my nigga Worksy

[Chorus]

Word to Sus and free SWavey, they want me dead and the feelings mutual

If me and ChingDat grab dat it and chinged dat

Then I put it on God that the scene is brutal

Can't buzz on my ting, numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal

This war got my man hit in the head, had me billin' up TT warhead flavours

[Verse]

Ayy, drill dat up(Grr)

Ayy, ching dat up(Ying)

Ayy, bill dat up cah' now we got my man stuck in a mud

They want war with my gang shoot or knife man I know they had fucking enough

Anything red thats nothing but facts, so I know that the police dеcipherin' us

Anything blue thats nothing but cap, cah' im always in the hood thеy ain't riding on us

We get opps down we get money up but something like Dave can't style on us

Emptied every wap we had except for the Skorps soon fire it up

I taped the Hill few nearly killed,i touched paigons for the cause not thrill

We turnt fucking Lane to ghost town

Haunting them this beef is real

Hunting opps, i shoot or peel

Heard there's askar all on the oppblock, fuck that shit man's routing still

How the fuck do you call him drill,he ain't done no drills and he pops bare pills

Kill my killer, know SB will

The fans wanna hear about violence

Fuck the Trident its the truth I spill

We got killers,im a main driller

All now we ain't got lifers still

Pull up on opps there, jumping counters

Shot the kebab they hide in tills

He went on the run got turnt to bud, it was his death he was hiding still

Worksy this, Worksy that

More than you I got dirty nanks, celibate man i dont do that

I cannot fall for a thirsty trap

We don't see droughts the paigons brass, I call that bando a thirsty trap

Got down 10 then nearly 20, draw me out I get 30 man

We got guns and they're always around me, aim for heads if I burst and clap

Pull up on Stitch, he left his bitch I was beating corn tryna burst his back

I got all of my broski's backs, violate bro im'a get you back

Remember that day, I kept on shooting

I nearly shot my bro in his back

[Chorus]

Word to Sus and free SWavey, they want me dead and the feelings mutual

If me and ChingDat grab dat it and chinged dat

Then I put it on God that the scene is brutal

Can't buzz on my ting, numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal

This war got my man hit in the head, had me billin' up TT warhead flavours