[Intro]
Brigade
Roll with a .12 like Asbo
Dishing out free smoke like Drake (Free up)
Me I'm tryna get me a 32
Purchase your tracks today
I move like [?] bakes (Free up)
M1OnTheBeat
Big bu-bu-bam there's options
In the plot like "What should I take?"
Where should I go, I don't know
Five days on the road, five blocks in a day
[Chorus]
For goodness sakes, why you gon' fib
You ain't put blade to skin
Try do it like me when I ching that kid
And, ZT rise them things
Zero tolerance got bells like gyms
The young ZT's always ridin' in dings
Zombie with a zombie long than him (Zero Tolerance)
[Verse 1]
They see me and crumble
They do a U-turn and stumble
Swing shanks like vines in jungles
We grip waps while spinnin' like tumble
All I need is my skeng and my uncle
Where was you when I was thirteen in Gascoygne running down cheeks and mumbos?
And the opps can't handle no pressure
Why you think they tryna do linkups?
It's too bad, they ain't getting any better
He ain't ZT if he ain't got his thing tucked
I was fifteen, I was drivin' with my flick
Waving it round 'til it linger, we was 16 rolling round with a stick
Tryna get an opp boy down like timber
Had to ask lil' bro "What's 2-3?"
He showed me the vid and a picture
I know these kids, they see me in the 9
Nod their head and start wavin' a finger
They don't want no smoke, no rizla (No)
The Uz' weren't cheap like Bicester
Homerton hospital boys
Go check them scores like fixture
Thirty-two in the Uz', 12 gauge got eight
Bro got the pump in the car
I bought me a drum
I could've send a drum to a car
Spill juice like we're drunk in a bar
Circle the whole of the 9
Ended up in Jack [?] like a fuck off Hara
Not one ZT's been kwenged
We got more tings than Boko Haram (bu bu bam)
[Chorus]
For goodness sakes, why you gon' fib?
You ain't put blade to skin
Try do it like me when I ching that kid
And ZT rise them things
Zero tolerance got bells like gyms
The young ZTs always ridin' on the dings
Zombie with a zombie long than him
[Verse 2]
I just rid 'bout thirty-one months
I was doing up block, always switching bim
I heard three ZT's got chinged
But ten opps too, like, ain't of dem whacked with things
Opp boys doing up fibs
Anyting 5 get wigged
I was on the mains just doing up ribs
Zero tolerance have done run up in cribs
Most of Homerton doing up lidge
Would'nt have known if I weren't informed
Scream ZT'K, have the young ZT's all runnin' in dorms
He tried ten toe and got corned
They got skengs, three waps, all found in the lawn
Three waps found in the yard, five in the bush, still let it kick like Shawn
Slap at his chest like Ric Flair
Wu-bu-bam got sweets like Sinclair
They doing up lies by the 0's
But the tally chart tells I've been there
Ninety degrees, man, twist him hero
Sell that shank, tryna make drinks here
I can name ten opps, that been hit with the dots
They all need skin care
I've done countless trips, it got to a point where niggas were tellin' me "stop"
They say that they come to my block
But they don't spill blood on my block
I done a jook-jook thing on the mains
I was meant to go break down a crop
Hoodie on, phone's off, back it out so taut
One got away, fence he hopped
[Chorus]
For goodness sakes, why you gon' fib?
You ain't put blade to skin
Try do it like me when I ching that kid
And ZT rise them things
Zero tolerance got bells like gyms
The young ZTs always ridin' in the dings
Zombie with a zombie long than him (Zero tolerance)
For goodness sakes, why you gon' fib?
You ain't put blade to skin
Try do it like me when I ching that kid (ching, ching, ching)
And ZT rise them things
Zero tolerance got bells like gyms
The young ZTs always ridin' on the dings
Zombie with a zombie long than him (Zero tolerance)
