[Verse 1: Sneaks]
\nFuck all the opps, LT-K, 67K
\nAnyone seen my shave in that blate
\n15 ching, cheffed [?] in his face
\nCutting from Matt, now it’s a chase
\nToo much rev, I ain’t using no brakes
\n[?] cause bad, he got put on bros blade
\nOld school dot, he gave [?] a chase
\nCaught that, put that right on his blade
\nI chinged [?] he’s double my age
\nI jump out and i’m picking a choosing (Bap bap)
\nManoeuvre the broomstick
\nHe try run and he still got booted
\nAdrenaline rush won’t save you
\nWe catch him and do him up gruesome
\nTwo poles in the yard
\nFeds try creep, fuck them they didn’t find nothing
\nNext week we was spinning on my mothers
\nWe makе communities cry
\nChest shot ching sent Roy to thе sky
\nLet’s lurk, who’s dying tonight?
\nWhat dong are we using?
\nThe Range or the Lexus?
\nAy DB step on the gas, every opp block gets spun on a ments ting
\nTiktok bitch can’t tek this
\nNow she swallowing kids, how treacherous
\nPop my door in the A, course i’ll bang him
\nHe ain’t doing no fencing
\nTiktok bitch can’t tek this
\nNow she swallowing kids, how treacherous
\nPop my door in the A, course i’ll bang him he ain’t doing no fencing
\n
\n[Verse 2: TD]
\nFree them boys, for doing the most
\nBlick knife bitch, like we done in Tulse
\nChopz had a party, Roy done a pole
\nStep on the brakes, I see a face
\nSo y’know that I ain’t tryna let that go
\nI’m on the hill, out for the kill
\nAnything there, that’s anywhere goes
\nMy battery charged, and it don’t dance
\nWind down the window, hop out the car
\nDo it on foot, not from far
\nSkengRoy try dash, but he not that fast
\nDone it on mine, like I done it on his
\nI chinged Rico, he ran back crib
\nWe had Daemon just see Shamz he dash it or leave or spleeg it quick
\nSG shiesty, gang at your door
\nAnd SI CC on my right
\nFolks up to the colden court
\nFeds can’t ID me at the crime
\nRun on the pave, SG on the A
\nStretch gang don’t stop at the lights
\nReady for war, whatever the time
\nThey went on a morning walk
\nI got SkengRoy back to the guys
\nMy ones rising a matter of words
\nMy batch all spilt juice on the curb
\nThey’re lying, tables have never been turnt
\nIt could’ve been me, If you see T1 run, he’s probably doing you worse
\nIf could’ve been them, I couldn’t care less
\nI kick back when i’m rolling worm
\n
\n[Verse 3: HK Siru]
\nBurners, bodies and burgers
\nIf we turn up something get smoke
\nTwo shanks they brought
\nWe had twenty man cutting on [?] Road
\nHe said that he bangs, he know that he don’t
\nHe was running his mouth and now he’s a ghost
\nIm live on my strip, come check this bore
\nTryna front seat brake, where we squeeze em toes
\nHe got hit in his shoulder
\nRan to his aunties crying
\nI think that he’s dying, the missions over
\nRoy got slapped from the back of the motor
\nRelease MK, my roller
\nShotgun O, I think [?] he’s older
\nShotgun O, I think [?] he’s older
\nCrept up and slapped him, hm
\nMy man ain’t on badness, send two shots had the 60s dashing
\nDon’t test my badness, rewind it, reload and spank it
\nI’m in the A, I’m causing a madness
\nTwo rambos took Skeng off the @ list
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\n[Verse 4: SI]
\nWere the talk of the town
\nJust look how we’re coming now
\n45 on my wrist, all i’m hearing is “Wow”
\nGot all of them slapped, cah we aimed at the crowd
\nI’m really that drill, but my tempers wild
\nLove hand tings, .40 Cal
\nI know he got touched, cah the scream was loud
\nHow you leave your boy, he was more than pals
\nThey say “Who, dont hear, I must feel”
\nBut SkengRoy heard, stayed, and got killed
\n[?] out, this life tings real
\nHis chest shot, helicopters on the scene
\nBarbies throwing L’s for us
\nWon’t do no 4s, or A’s is we
\nDemon, we’re the reason for deceased
\nLook, in the A is bine on bine
\nIs 9 with the habad
\nAll shotgun, Sneaks outside on demon time
\nHave you ever been round with a shotgun
\nOr a 9 millimetre bine
\n3 stayed with the mash
\nIf he was outside, would’ve been at this video shoot with the bine
\nWith mash double D, no black that’s hashtag
\nLurk, invade and splash
\nRun at your camp or shoot at your mans
\nI’m from Brixton, darling i’m the Raq
\nAnd I got 18 waiting to land
\nBut AD didn’t see that, yeah it’s mad
\nChest shot swing, make your man curl up
\nBut try run away from this blade, then there’s one in the back
\nTiny to this booth, yeah I’ve been on her mind
\nMatt had gold up too
\nSo I’m on them too, like fuck them guys
\nLurk on the 6 won’t go to the-
\nIf I see Brucksav, Ima shoot on my life
\nMorgan ain’t no threat
\nWhen he sees my friends all he does is lie
\nL’s up high, of course i’m live\n\n
