[Intro]
(SK's moving mad you know)
(Moving mad you know)
[Verse 1: Sylent]
Frontline I'm standing (man's posted)
Couldn't care less if you come to the field, the scoreboard lookin' outstanding
No hesitation we brang it (no way)
No hesitation I banged him
Rondo love the action, bro active (J active)
I don't mean to stretch, it's automatic
SJ sendin' shots, that's a hatrick (Send that)
The opposition don't want me
Man line 'em up like I'm Kofe
They know what I'm on (They know)
Flipknife specialist, SJ peddler
I'll come to James, that's long
Got 20 man locked in there but the team's still strong
This is more than a song (More)
Best chat to me when you're right
Don't come to me when you're wrong (Don't do that)
All I know is me on the glide, firearm held tight
You can call me a thief in the night
Love the way that we giving out kites (Love that)
Just give me that sign, and I'll let that fly
Best give me that drop, and just be precise
[Hook: Mb]
Gang too trappy, kits too catty
My drugs get sold, I'm happy
Codeine mixed in my sprite with the JSav pack
Bill that, bark that, akhi
Treating opps like patties
Slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
Do that drill with a passion
Then we post on the James with a fuckin' bad b
Gang too trappy, kits too catty
My drugs get sold, I'm happy
Codeine mixed in my sprite with the JSav pack
Bill that, bark that, akhi
Treating opps like patties
Slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
Do that drill with a passion
Then we post on the James with a fuckin' bad b
[Verse 2: La]
If you give up a step
SJ goons gon' put that on the net (one hunna)
Let's take it back
What happened to --- that shit was a mess (messy)
Whole camp on glides
SJ cab, let's go on a ride (let's go)
Done did it twice (twice)
SJ's hot, free all the guys (freedom)
Most guys got grabbed
Couple man are lookin' at life
Free AM on bootings
SJ known for the five star shootings
[?], SJ goons, get off Walthamstow
12 gauge shotties, snub-nose spinners, .45 filled with shells
Cock it back, slap it
SJ's got a habit
The amount of times I've been round there in a ding-dong coupe and crashed it
Back to the James, post on steps
You know that's fucking standard (Active)
Back to the James, post on steps
You know that's fucking standard
LA kid, hitting the whip (LA)
Skrrt, reverse, stop the car, savage the prick (Ay get him)
3 doors, pop left open
Foot on the clutch, eyes open
On the opp block we're scorin'
Four hour glides, I ain't joking (C'mon, man)
Look, listen
Life in the James, shit is flames, grab that stick and blaze
Circle estate, camp broad day
Tell go bang it at his face
Handbrake down, foot on the gas
Watch this ding-dong skate
Blowing the mains, gotta dodge Jakes
But I just caught some chase (fuck's sake)
[Hook: Mb]
Gang too trappy, kits too catty
My drugs get sold, I'm happy
Codeine mixed in my sprite with the JSav pack
Bill that, bark that, akhi
Treating opps like patties
Slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
Do that drill with a passion
Then we post on the James with a fuckin' bad b
Gang too trappy, kits too catty
My drugs get sold, I'm happy
Codeine mixed in my sprite with the JSav pack
Bill that, bark that, akhi
Treating opps like patties
Slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
Do that drill with a passion
Then we post on the James with a fuckin' bad b
[Verse 3: Mb]
I'm doin' the Market bop with my rambo knife tryna tear out guts
Free all my guys that got round there and let it off on your block
Gang too active, talk too tough and you're getting rubbed, rubbed
That's 4 man up in the whip with things and stuff
Are you fucking dumb (are you crazy?)
Gang too active, free up the whole conspiracy gang (freedom)
Feds know we bang, that's why half of my guys in the can
Swear anytime I see them CIDs
I bored my pack and I ran, ran
'Cause jail ain't part of the plan
I'm tryna make grands off grams, to invest in waps with my fucking gang
So I hit this strip with ammi or dot
With intention to make that cash (stinking)
My 4s intact
So now they gotta get smashed (Ay smash that)
The opps just run like Flash
They do that dash and they don't look back (Stop running)
Like how can you beef my gang
When two of your guys are dead?
It don't make sense
Like why don't you bang for your friends? (they don't)
Try jump out on Nox, and he airlifted your friend (he did)
Try jump out on AR, but he backed out his 15 inch
Trynna leave you red and dead (He did)
