[INTRO]
(txrgett quiet)
[Chorus: YA Goddy]
Look
With Luc' in the back
Let's cruise on flats
Who's that?
Hop out splash!
E63 and a RS6
Two tours on strips and laps on the map
Cut from feds I ain't tryna get stopped
All 'cos I got gwop and packs in the back
Work with me if you wanna make racks
Lurk on me if you wanna get packed
Three plus one that's four times two
That's eight in the clip and you're gonna get slapped
Gangs in the cut with fuck off waps
Blacked-out whip and the engine claps
Can't lack 'cah the ends is mad
They give chat but their bredrin packed
Hop out the whip and swing that shit ain't gotta say more 'cah the ending sad
[Verse: Tzgwala]
Exhale man blow that smoke to the sky
Like really talk bout glides not rolling, open bro's window let it fly
From the RS SIX and it's stolen, toking potent, joking I'm high
If it's not a pagan blunt don't roll it, pokings done no joking ahlie
South London but [?] where my sword is
Sydenham Hill hella neeks like Shoreditch, don't give chat if your shit got boarded
Talkin' straps can them pricks afford it, done forced it cos this clips enormous
Big [?] Hollow tips it's gorgeous
All my bro's dem down for the causes, step, come step little man
Come step on the gang like his head don't forfeit
Back my shank and I seen him breeze
He just sendin empty threats till I pulled up live tell a man say cheese
I don't wanna hear low' me allow that, killshot ting I won't aim for your knees
Dem man rap but they got no talent, I'm x'ing em' out they ain't no nominees, stop flexing I might just roll with a glee
Cool down you don't wanna get smokey with me
Ooh nah niggas gotta get low in the C
If I slide 'round aim for your dome [?] and I crash that crazy it's dopamine
Finna hear that shotgun dumpin', big fat slug it don't hold no teeth
Kickback lick off my ears all thumpin' can't hear shit but I'm good with my teeth
[Chorus: YA Goddy]
Look
With Luc' in the back
Let's cruise on flats
Who's that?
Hop out splash!
E63 and a RS6
Two tours on strips and laps on the map
Cut from feds I ain't tryna get stopped
All 'cos I got gwop and packs in the back
Work with me if you wanna make racks
Lurk on me if you wanna get packed
Three plus one that's four times two
That's eight in the clip and you're gonna get slapped
Gangs in the cut with fuck off waps
Blacked-out whip and the engine claps
Can't lack 'cah the ends is mad
They give chat but their bredrin packed
Hop out the whip and swing that shit ain't gotta say more 'cah the ending sad
[Verse: YA Goddy]
Roll, roll on me little man come see what I got in my sheath
3 man step let's cut through Heath, that's me, Tz, Lucii gotta beam
I, roll with a knife like scream, g you don't wanna get put on a T
Countless man try copy the blueprint, but them pricks ain't nothing like we
Back in the day jump in with V, big AR and [?]
Who's that saggin' I'll catch him lacking, come let's pack him or hurt this neek
True say we got their bredrins hurtin' for the vermin that's 3rd degree
True say I keep the clip on full, full, don't need to purchase teeth
(Ah) On the L with gang, it's either the thing in my hand or bro's exhaust when you hear that bang
Like why do the feds exist, pricks, got bro stuck in the can
Like why do they love talk shit, kidnap man get stuffed in a van
Ransom ting get sucked for the bands (Ah)
I got gloves on hands, cah I just might clock me a pagan fuck shaving I untuck then tan
Like you can get shot in the broad day by the broadway don't run you tramp
And my man left his cousin shit, beg you don't leave your fam
[Chorus: YA Goddy]
Look
With Luc' in the back
Let's cruise on flats
Who's that?
Hop out splash!
E63 and a RS6
Two tours on strips and laps on the map
Cut from feds I ain't tryna get stopped
All 'cos I got gwop and packs in the back
Work with me if you wanna make racks
Lurk on me if you wanna get packed
Three plus one that's four times two
That's eight in the clip and you're gonna get slapped
Gangs in the cut with fuck off waps
Blacked-out whip and the engine claps
Can't lack 'cah the ends is mad
They give chat but their bredrin packed
Hop out the whip and swing that shit ain't gotta say more 'cah the ending sad
[Verse: Lucii]
(RS6)
Arteries rip like the sound of the engine, tension
Five man squashed in the whip i'm pissed 'cah the car go low suspension
Stone Island got the mandem blendin'
We know that the bells expensive
Left him in the same fit that he flexed in
Question, why yous deny your bredrin?
Done him up gruesome, Lucii I'm lucid, sold him the wap but I used it
ZK might [?] it i'm abusive, back of the blade might end up toothless
Slap out the gauge I'm fuckin' ruthless, no remorse when I fuckin' lose it
Get the call, no excuses, put on my gloves and do up a shooting
Riding sliding with presidential [?] mash with a militant bine in
Violent when I hop out imma slime him, corn keep flying [?] gonna fry him
Gang on a crash insidious idiots gonna get sent to oblivion
Leaving the t-shirt the color of Scillian's hair, one hand on my gun (other one steers)
[Chorus: YA Goddy]
Look
With Luc' in the back
Let's cruise on flats
Who's that?
Hop out splash!
E63 and a RS6
Two tours on strips and laps on the map
Cut from feds I ain't tryna get stopped
All 'cos I got gwop and packs in the back
Work with me if you wanna make racks
Lurk on me if you wanna get packed
Three plus one that's four times two
That's eight in the clip and you're gonna get slapped
Gangs in the cut with fuck off waps
Blacked-out whip and the engine claps
Can't lack 'cah the ends is mad
They give chat but their bredrin packed
Hop out the whip and swing that shit ain't gotta say more 'cah the ending sad
