[Pre-Chorus: Hooligan Hefs]
Yeah, I've got too many hitters
Wanna fuck with my hitters
Tryna earn their stripes for their clique
I thank God for my nine-millimetre
Thank God for me and my brethrens
Fuck the judge and the sentence
My enemies turn to victims
I've got the Lord as my witness
I've got too many hitters
Wanna fuck with my hitters
Tryna earn their stripes for their clique
I thank God for my nine-millimetre
Thank God for me and my brethrens
Fuck the judge and the sentence
My enemies turn to victims
I've got the Lord as my witness
[Chorus: Hooligan Hefs]
So yeah, ayy, ayy
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Yeah, fuck off
[Verse 1: Hooligan Hefs]
That boy from the West end
Won't hesitate to bang that Wesson
I pop first if there's tension before I pop that question
We don't go to war like Tekken
Semi-automatic got me overdressing
Seven shots in a second reppin'
Put him in a box, but I'm not meal preppin' (Ugh)
Try play with the don, yeah, you'll get done
Before the rap game, I still made funds
You can't talk smoke, people free at your mum's
Go at all my streams, I did it on my ones
Play the wrong card and you'll get got
Send a word inside and you'll get chopped
How about old mate? Got flopped in the pod
Went clinic and never came back, dog
See, my shooters shoot out of love
No rats in the crew, dust them under the rug
Yeah, I make club bangers, but don't get it twisted
'Cause I still let it bang in the club
See, I've been through hell with my brothers
And I'll back them all like they're my own blood
Yeah, I make club bangers, but don't get it twisted
'Cause I still let it bang in the club
[Verse 2: Masi Rooc]
They don't wanna end up dead
Playing this game with real hard hitters
Talk form but never put in work
Still waiting for the day you bring me a witness
No, opposition don't phase me
Let's get down to the real talk (real talk)
Break this down for a real cause
Credit where credit's due
Make them songs but stick to the truth
If you're a rookie, you're a rookie
Got to work your way up them ranks
How do these kids get a pass? (Who?)
I don't even know who they are
Still got killers in the car
And I still got hitters in the pod calling shots in the yard
All this talk on the net
Pull out when they see me pull up
They don't wanna take part
[Pre-Chorus: Hooligan Hefs]
I've got too many hitters
Wanna fuck with my hitters
Tryna earn their stripes for their clique
I thank God for my nine-millimetre
Thank God for me and my brethrens
Fuck the judge and the sentence
My enemies turn to victims
I've got the Lord as my witness
[Chorus: Hooligan Hefs]
So yeah, ayy, ayy
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Yeah, fuck off
[Verse 3: Hooligan Skinny]
Wanna beef me? Then the beef don't stop
I don't bartend, but I send them shots
Don't talk about work, don't talk about Glocks
Taskforce on me 'cause my iPhone hot
Opps wanna put me in the box
Cops want me in the wing like fox
Most of my opps been touched
You know who's really letting that pop
Sick and tired of all these flops
No one's safe when the thing gets cocked
Talk about tools, then we got that stock
Have to put me down if you want this squashed
They want smoke, I send it, send it
Shots get busy and I leg it, leg it
This beef here, can't dead it, dead it
Fuel to the fire, I fed it, fed it
[Verse 4: Hooks]
If I go all the way then there's no remorse
With gang on myself, brah, I still stand tall
Fuck the statistics, check the ballistics
If you cunts really wanna talk about scores
Fuck that, I don't wanna talk no more
Scream out, "Gang" and then cry in court
Never be a day when I don't show form
And it's fuck that side till I'm cold in the morgue
Brah, who wants smoke? We want smoke
When I hit that line, they press decline
Please, Lord, strike me down
If I ever rap about a drill that's not mine
Fake cunts wanna talk about knocks
Little dogs never done a knock in their life
Praying these cunts try and fact-check me
Lord knows that I say no lies
Can't say much
But how many times did the shop get shot?
When these little dogs wanna talk about us
And who showed form when it come to the crunch?
We know who and they know who
But cops come around, I don't got no clue
(We know who and they know who
But cops come around, I don't got no clue)
[Chorus: Hooligan Hefs]
So yeah, ay ay
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck all my enemies, yeah
Fuck off
