[Intro: YDot]
Gang, gang, gang
22 to try rap
Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby
Boom, bow
Alladat, alladat
Niggas know
Fuck the opps
Fuck them
[Verse 1: YDot]
Came to the strip, everyone run
2's in the whip, live corn in the gun
Tell a boy "Don't slip"
I ain't tryna kick down mums
Kick down doors, man, kick down punks
I ain't tryna run a man down, so I roll with the ting that'll make a man jump
Rass them buds, man I love rass them buds
For my bros in the can, free Rz
Niggas want war, pull up on the 7 and Park, that's skengs in cars
Nobody move or you're gon' get rass
Nobody move or they're gon' get clart (Clart)
I'm with the bomba, I'm with the rass
Everyone rapping about four doors, but they ain't got cars
Send him upsuh, send him upsuh
Send him upsuh with food and packs, that's a whole load of cash when bro comes back
Me, I love my young boy Ragz
PO ten toes and back, Farm tеn toes and back
Yeah, my young boys therе don't lack
Skrr round in a ding-dong with a ching-chong
Lemme see an opp boy there lack
Wholla' Ramz for the knives but everyone
Everyone, everyone knows DipDat (Everyone)
GMadz so mad, he'll do it on the mains and dash (Dash)
I remember that day on the block when Madz came back with that bag
Dotty come long like Lampz, dotty come long like Lampz
Lucky my man, done all the chat 'cah my man woulda got whacked (Got whacked)
Pull up on the A then whack, pull up on the Lane then whack
Them manna' chat wass (Wassy)
"Anything green get bun", but none of my G's been clapped (None of my G's)
2's to the world and back, 2's to the world and back (2's, 2's)
Got the opp thots, gassed on the opp block
Tryna see an opp get slapped
Got the opp thots, gassed, gassed on the opp block
Tryna see an opp get slapped
Tryna see an opp get slapped
[Verse 2: Lil Sav]
They chill in the room with gang (Gang)
The roommate smelling of lead
The room there stinks of the amm (Ammo)
My 30s we trap and we bang (Bang)
Fuck a 125, 390 doing up speed, it's mad (Mazza)
And it's doing up speed on the opp block
Me on the back, telling bro "Don't crash" (Don't fucking crash)
Pull up, pause on an opp estate watch the boy dash (Dasheen)
He was jumping out bus windows
Now he's looking in vids, tryna act all gassed (Remember?)
Man wanna take vids? So we skrred round there, smoke keys in the bag
2 shots in the dots, and it's ready to buss out ammi in a bag (Bow)
[Bridge: Lil Sav]
On tours by feds get sticky like semtex
Opps too chatty, too chatty like fuck them
Opps too chatty, too chatty 'til we buck them
Ain't done rides around here tryna buck dem
Put work on his chest like bench press
Moretime, fuck them
Put my phone for a Ben10
Got a Ben10, got a Ben10 (Bow)
[Verse 3: YK]
Got a rambo on me, make you run
But my word to my darg, can't run from my gun
My shank got nicked and I slipped for a bit
Now I'm back on my shit, what's done? (What's done?)
I didn't say shit but they're taking the piss
Now I'm coming like "What are you on?" (What are you on?)
Went O for a bit tryna stack up my shit
Now I'm back it's the block that I'm on
If I call up a bitch and she comes to my crib
Best know that she's sucking this dick (This dick)
He's talking the shit but he comes to my bits
But word you ain't touched my clique (My clique)
And word you ain't touched this shit
I go OT with the dark and the light
Seven hours on the coach, oh shit (Oh shit)
Touch down and stay for a bit
I'm occupied, either bussing shots or cutting up bits in cling
Come back with a plate and drink (Drink)
With a blunt in my mouth I think (Think)
Like a 50 bag moves a drink
Got me lurking around for a link (Link)
Like, I want a million things
My mum wants me to get that, drop that
Well done if you fry this ting
You don't go work and you don't get gwop
That work that will fry your ting
It's her when my phone rings
She's been on me for long
BB days, it was her when my phone pinged (It pinged)
I heard all you niggas are shook
'Cah you know that all my nigga's are on things (Gang)
[Verse 4: Voltz]
Blacked out whips, teared out windows (Skrr)
Tell your mate "Don't lack"
My niggas on that case
On that case but you know we don't chat (No chat)
Hella bitches and [?] but we had to come out
'Cah they were baiting out trap
Hella money on my mind. so I run into the trap
So I run into the trap
Break down grub in my room, so my room's all smelly (Stinks)
My dad just bussed up my room (Frown)
He found a Z and a readies (One bill)
This bitch want' send me nudes (What?)
Is it 'cah I got breadies?
I gotta stack till I stack to them moons
And still hit these bellies