[Intro]
(Ay, DG, this goes hard, you know)
Fifth, fifth shit
[Verse 1]
In the tinted Range with the waps (Bo-bo)
I was in the T with the smack
Contract mode, signed to the trap (Bap)
Then it's a race to a 100 racks (Race)
Car doors pop, niggas run, it's sad (Bap)
'Cah they get hit when they're under attack (Bap)
OT trains, I was running away
He tried run away, got one in his hat
Bare **** ain't got no laces
S said "Spin it, retrieve them cases"
My nigga Cinco whipped down fried Caucasian
Wallahi, he ain't no racist (Wallahi)
2 sticks in the spaceship
Pull up on cats and fry them faces
Doing a hunt for brand new teeth
'Cah we ain't tryna sit on no empty braces
But we still got six in the spin though (Six)
Tell the opps, "Best buy some crypto"
I got history with this gravy
I been serving too much Bisto
Let me **** man's big bro
Grown men scream, they ain't even involved
How the fuck they let my man rap about poles
And he ain't never let no stick go?
And I know this fool's a jezzy
She's been around too many man like Frisco
Yo, too many man like Skepta
Where's Cinco? My bro's got swept up
That immense lil bro went Mensa
Trident boom in the door, "I surrender"
Me and Pen, OT in a German
Read that something got hit from chest up
Vest up, we just fucked his chest up
[Chorus]
Yo, six bells on my bae, that's goals
Six bells on my bae, that's goals
Slap 24 racks, now, bro's on froze
Yo, I got Hovis goals
Travelling moats with loads of bones
Niggas running from loaded poles
**** tried run, he got so much holes
**** tried run, he got so much holes
Yo, six bells on my bae, that's goals
Six bells on my bae, that's goals
Slap 24 racks, now, bro's on froze
Yo, I got Hovis goals
Travelling moats with loads of bones
Niggas running from loaded poles
**** tried run, he got so much holes
**** tried run, he got so much holes
[Verse 2]
Neek tried run, but his soul got shifted
And the cats that were leaving me
I was just with F on the M26
That's non-stop trips, and we need to sleep
Main road sprinting tryna tell **** "Stop"
But he don't wanna be deceased
This 2 ton from a 100 miles
In a Midland town and a teet from Heath
Scores of B, stuck in a blender
Yo, DJ Kenny, it's mixing
Brother S love trapping
He trapped so much 'til enforcement nicked him
Loaded poles, M took the .45 home
But he don't live near Brixton
FGB in the car, astaghfarallah
You don't wanna see that victim
Wash that 10, diamonds drying
100 losses, I keep on trying
F, call when you get that smoke
Only BNA shit man's buying
Put man's stack on the stove, it's frying
We slap them and the grown men lying
Your boy could've dead
You see them niggas that I done
That attempt to, just denying
New location so much dust
S trapping, tryna go home for months
I pray G-squad don't know it's us
3 poles up in a stolen truck
My nigga 23 got so much luck
And he don't stop swinging, its over fucked
Yola cats rubbing their noses itchy
Palms with the soda dust
Junkhead's fried, I don't know it's fucked
[Chorus]
Yo, six bells on my bae, that's goals
Six bells on my bae, that's goals
Slap 24 racks, now, bro's on froze
Yo, I got Hovis goals
Travelling moats with loads of bones
Niggas running from loaded poles
**** tried run, he got so much holes
**** tried run, he got so much holes
Yo, six bells on my bae, that's goals
Six bells on my bae, that's goals
Slap 24 racks, now, bro's on froze
Yo, I got Hovis goals
Travelling moats with loads of bones
Niggas running from loaded poles
**** tried run, he got so much holes
**** tried run, he got so much holes
