Zone 2 Step - Intellectual

[Verse 1: PS]

P, I'm still gassed, still savage (Woof)

Lurky man, lurk, don't panic (Trust)

Hit the strip with 6ix, that's damage (Yo)

No ad-lib, man stab it (Dip, dip)

And man, I don’t slip, man brang it (Man got it)

And if a nigga gives lip, that’s cabbage (Bow)

Them mandem talk a lot, they don’t walk enough

They don’t know about banging (No way)

And them man ran, they're lucky it jammed (Ugh)

Or that’s hashtag news (Man deadout)

Bro go back that Uz', fuck that, let me not chat too loose

Rolling, I still trap that food (Trap, trap, trap)

Step with heat, when I step 'pon street

Can’t wait 'til I catch that yute (I can't wait)

I’m tryna leave man hashtag zoots (Hashtag smoked)

We got 16, that’s crazy (Mad, mad)

And I know that bro will bang off the ting

'Til his wrist goes lazy

I don’t spit like that, but I spit that crap

Got fire like Hades (Trust me)

We done bored them up like the woosh was stuck

But us man too crazy (Too nuts), I might shout Too Crazy (TC)

One P, two L's, them man get purging (Yeah)

Been out here man’s lurking (Lurking)

Been out 'til my toes all hurting (Out)

Like clean man, rinse, leave man chinks (Ching, ching, ching)

So I’ll leave man curtains

And they wanna see me in person (Trust)

Cah, I’ll leave my man hurting (Woof)

Like, dip man’s flesh, dip man’s chest (Dip, dip)

Dip, dip, man, I get chingy (Dip, dip)

It’s like who’s that, what’s that, Brandon boy? (Who's that?)

Just back out the thingy (Bow)

And this kitch' on me like a bitch on me (Yo)

Yeah this kitch' too clingy (Too clingy)

Bro got rock like Milly

And man lean when I bop, man Diddy (Man Diddy bop)

[Verse 2: Narsty]

Now let me just ash that zoot

Gyal say that I’m hashtag rude (True)

Same way that I’m hashtag smooth

Splash and move, I back my Bruce (Ching, ching, ching)

I ain’t tryna leave my bro

Stay on the mains and back that yute (Ching, ching, ching)

And me and Izzy done wrapped dat yute (True)

Can’t forget M Zeeno too (Ugh)

Man step and flex (Wooh)

Same way man send out a text (Brr, brr)

I’m either balling with the YG's

Or I trap-trap amm' in the ends (I love it)

Still out here, no meds

Still whizz one-twos on the ped (Whizz, whizz)

Like, xing xing zhao for him (Ching, ching)

Like, xing xing zhao for his friend (Ching, ching, ching, ching)

Trip down trap to break the law (Ooh)

In and out of them doors (True)

I was tryna re' on way more (True)

You was robbing mandem for draws (Ha, broke)

Jakes, grabbed me for fours

Minus only crow, nuttin' after court (True)

Niggas talking all of that stuff

They ain’t ready for war (Ching, ching)

[Chorus: Narsty]

Man Zone 2 step

True say, it’s the Zone 2 flex

Like gyallie on me, she said, "Where you from?"

I said, "Zone 2, Pecks"

Like, hold up, hold up, let me send this text

Ring trap from my brick phone, so you know what’s next

Man, Zone 2 step

True say it’s the Zone 2 flex

Step, Zone 2— Zone 2 Pecks

True say it’s the Zone

True say it’s the Zone 2 step, step, step

True say it’s the Zone, true say it's the Zone 2 step, step

[Verse 3: Trizzac]

Shit, is that a moment of silence?

'Cause them Zone 2 boys just bopped

And everybody knows they're on violence (Aggy)

The vids, no face, no case

'Cause I’m tryna hide my face from the Tridents (Feds)

Shoot slugs at intestines

Couldn’t give a fuck if the whip was financed (No)

Ding-dong Focus, and no one's got a licence (None of us)

Get bored up (Shanks), .45, TEC-9, sawn-off (Take guts)

Safe on my block, course not (Nope)

And all my dargs really got Mad Jawed locked (They do)

[?] I don't like neither

The food peng like Amina

Packs come fatter than Griffin

Oh shit, I was meant to say Peter (Family Guy)

They come louder than speakers (Yeah)

Then I go hunt, no Easter (I did)

Make a snub sneeze like a fever

Make a bark woof, preacher (P)

Man wanna dress me ‘pon Peri (Peri)

But next day I got blocks ‘pon Peri

Why the man wan' make from the peri? (Why?)

Please don't make me put a fuckboy 'pon tele (Don't)

It ain't hard to remove the bag and grab the strap

I swear, detach man’s belly (I will)

Dip, dip, splash, splash the tosser, I forgot man’s wellies (Wettings)

I ain’t known they're the realest

LV and Migs are the craziest drillers (They are)

I’m the plug for the largest dippers

Pecknarm, Zone 2, I love my young killers (Ah)

Don’t make me call my young hitters (No)

6ix, TC, LD, Kenz (Savage)

MK got links for the spinners

Don't make me call...

All my young hitters, craziest drillers

Craziest drillers

Craziest…don’t make me call my young hitters

[Verse 4: Skully]

Take a man down on the main's

Or the back roads, do it anywhere, I'm bait (I don't care)

One time we tried do the lurk on the whizz

And bro's like, "Oops, that’s jakes" (Oh shit)

Same way that I dick out your girl’s face

Is the same way that I dip man straight (Dip, dip, dip, dip)

Up in her stomach she feel it

No rubbers, Bobby Brown, watch the legs them shake (Haha)

Stick and move, grip and shoot

Same way with the gyallie, I’m smooth (I'm too smooth)

She said I'm too rude, I tell her, "Ayy, move"

But I’m moving like Narsty too (Ha)

Zone 2 step, just get it correct

More time I just step and flex (Step and flex this)

If you don’t come correct, you’ll get me vexed

That means my flick in your chest (Dip him)

Get back to the trap, just chilling with cats

And you know that I’m serving' people (Ring, ring, ring, ring)

The way that I take these risks in the trap

You might as well call me Evel Knievel (Daredevil)

I don’t fuck with fakes, I don’t fuck with jakes

Just know that them way too see-through (No way)

I rip bands in the trap from fiends in cunch

So you know the stack ain’t equal (Brr, brr, brr)