[Verse 1]
I beat that case like I beat that ting
Clean that firearm
No evidence, got thrown in the bin
Some people call me a jinn, the way I encourage my young boy to sin
Like push it all the way in and give it a spin
Rip out his guts and limbs, rip it
Keep stabbing till his eyes roll back, roll back
We’ll show you about a brutal attack
I AG bop when I creep through flats
I’m tryna get my hands on a MAC
I ain’t talking bout a blood, I’m talking bout a big machine
We're well known lurkers
Buck into gang, it’s curtains
Like, buck into gang, it’s curtains
Bare opps on my back, I don’t care though
I’ll woosh man down on the main road
Like man come easy with it
Come like Yevz, greazy with it
Call me the Rock, beasty with it
Dust a man down, man speedy with it
Air man out no [?] Just wig him
Air man out no [?] Just wig him
Niggas know what I’m on
Niggas know
Buck into me, I ain’t gotta flip no switch, I’m already on
Like catch me in the T with John
Smashing down packs, know I’ll get that gone, if my phone goes dry, I’ll link that strip
Couldn’t give no shits
The block come [?] every shell gets hit
Like buck into jakes, we’re pissed, that’s back on the landing, fist and kicks
[Verse 2]
Bring the drillers out
One phone call, all the killers out
Run a boy down, don’t be tripping now
Catch us on the A, big spinners out, yo
Catch us on the A big spinners out
Anybody act tough, I don't sip him down out
Just filled up the clip, now my trigger fingers twitching now, one wrong move and I’m flipping out
I’m money motivated like Ace
Same way I’m a booter like Reeko
God knows I can never snake my team bro loyalty’s tied shit locked, no key, bro
Fuck leather gloves, I'm a latex man, had me blacked out in a Transit van
Jump out bang, yutes get blammed
You know I got my white guy driving
Jakes see his face he’s a [?]
Like I’m in the back, spinner on my lap, waiting for a tap, jump out, bap, niggas get whacked
Listen
We jump out, bap, bap, bap
How many yutes got whacked whacked whacked
Talk shit on the A get slapped slapped ayyy
[Verse 3]
Me, Sus, SY, SWavey, that four man step was crazy
Reckz got hit by the whizz, dropped on his face like a bitch, that shit was ments
Trip up when he left his friend
Gsqueeze got left for dead
Trip up, drop, bro cheffed his head, SY caught up and cheffed him again, yes he did
We’re Active Gxng, Active
Them man are panic gang, panic
They run with their shanks, goddamn
Let me show u bout Action man
Didn’t look back when he left his gang, he didn’t look back when he left his mate
How fake, he’s running away he’s screaming out jakes, so we leave his mate. Dickhead
But you can’t fool gang, the bros ran back and repeatedly cheffed my man, chef him up, chef him backnext day
Trip up get shot, trip up get shaved. Ay
Back our yanks, ying, ying
Juice on our blades when we ching, ching
Most of these guys sprint spring
Run away rudeboy, where u going ? where u going ?
Thought u was bad, why u blowin ?
.38 spin in my hand let me show him. Show him
Be be beat it off
Big man why u skeeting off ?
Run him down on the mains tryna see him drop
To leave 6 in his head [?]
Like I’m a young AG boss AG, the local neighbourhood opp
Buck into me and I’m drenching tops
They know that I’m shaving faces or hop out the ride, all guns blazing, lost count of how many trips we’ve taken
Ah fuck, so many
Juice gets spilled like henny
How many opps been cheffed, plenty plenty
Buck into gang, tekky
Broadday with the spins, messy
Jump out get yammed, brekky
Little nigga don’t tempt man slide double ting get put on the bench fam
Like u don’t wanna get Gsqueezed. Oh please
We had my man crawling on his knees
And that was a warmup
Mizz bucked gang got torn up
I’ll bang on ur bros no pornhub
[?] type little niggas don’t talk much
Also fuck fist fight get bored up
Like fuck fist fight get yinged
Anglo Arms when I swing this ching
22 inch when I swing this thing
Opps see gang, start dashing
