[Intro]
Realist Strizz on the beat
[Chorus: YA & Ace]
I ain't been in the field since young
But I've chinged up bare big men, stop tweaking (Ching)
Ching up a yute in his head
You know I love it when juice starts leaking (Ching)
I don't give no chat to the opps (No)
It's the big fat dot-dot that's speaking (Bap)
Hella man run from gang
When the bruckback ting gets beated (Bow)
I've been in the field from young
Tryna ching a man out of their bludclart shoes (Ching, ching)
Same way that I give it to a kid is the same way I give it to a man in Loubs (Haha)
That big bruckback holds two
Who's that yute? (Bow)
Slap it, slap it in that way, that broom
Let's see who drops
Man try trip up and run, get shot (Bow)
[Verse 1: YA]
My bros are way too cheffy (Ching, ching, ching, ching)
We've chinged like a hundred man
Ace give it in chests, I give it in headie (Headie)
Lil Savvy give it in belly (Belly)
And Drench love splash with the sammy (Chinging)
But Haff got chinged with the ZK (Neek)
The opps ain't on their block (No)
I'll slide over there on a Segway (Slide)
On the back road shit gets sticky
I beg you don't lack at least with a flicky (Don't lack)
Squeezy love ching up anyone Pickneys (Ching it)
Skeng done whacked up Blancz and Mizzy (Dickhead)
Jailhouse settings, now who's bad? (Who's bad?)
Fuck man up, no, you ain't getting stabbed (No)
Free all the CT members (Free 'em up)
Hands on bro, ride back for revenging (Dickhead)
JazzOnDrills love rap 'bout us (Dickhead)
But your sis' love shake her batty (Bitch)
And I heard that your older's dead
So from us, that's rest in piss (Dickhead)
The opps love chat but they ain't on shit (Neeks)
How many times have we taped off strips?
On the opp block man bring them sticks
Invest in skengs, fuck all their friends (Fuck them)
On the opp block juice must spill (Spill)
Lurk on the Hill, tryna get that kill (Ay, ching it)
Run a man down with the stainless steel (Why you running?)
Open chest, blades in flesh (Dissin')
SA's dead up, I hope SD's next (Neeks)
You can call me a CT vet
But I've only been out in fields for secs (For seconds)
I'll run man down 'til I run out of breath (Bap)
[Chorus: YA & Ace]
I ain't been in the field since young
But I've chinged up bare big men, stop tweaking (Ching)
Ching up a yute in his head
You know I love it when juice starts leaking (Ching)
I don't give no chat to the opps (No)
It's the big fat dot-dot that's speaking (Bap)
Hella man run from gang
When the bruckback ting gets beated (Bow)
I've been in the field from young
Tryna ching a man out of their bludclart shoes (Ching, ching)
Same way that I give it to a kid is the same way I give it to a man in Loubs (Haha)
That big bruckback holds two
Who's that yute? (Bow)
Slap it, slap it in that way, that broom
Let's see who drops
Man try trip up and run, get shot (Bow)
I ain't been in the field since young
But I've chinged up bare big men, stop tweaking (Ching)
Ching up a yute in his head
You know I love it when juice starts leaking (Ching)
I don't give no chat to the opps (No)
It's the big fat dot-dot that's speaking (Bap)
Hella man run from gang
When the bruckback ting gets beated (Bow)
I've been in the field from young
Tryna ching a man out of their bludclart shoes (Ching, ching)
Same way that I give it to a kid is the same way I give it to a man in Loubs (Haha)
That big bruckback holds two
Who's that yute? (Bow)
Slap it, slap it in that way, that broom
Let's see who drops
Man try trip up and run, get shot (Bow)
[Verse 2: Ace]
Pull up to my block, might see with Squeezy 'n' dat (Hello, hi)
I still throw C's and that (Mmm)
I live what I rap, still up in that trap
Slang that pack, tell the cats
I lurk 'round Kennington flats tryna take off hats (Bow, bow)
I got round there with my shank, tryna CT attack (Ching)
You know what I'm smoking on? Latz
Big fat pack, hold that
Swing that pack to the gang
That's a little jezzy for a gang (Uh huh)
Remember when Dan got 'napped by the rem (Remember dat)
Death soon come little man, be patient
You saw how Latz done died on the pavement (Dead up)
Your whole team started shaking (Uh huh)
I stepped on spot, last time suttin' got got on their block (Ching, ching)
I left that dots, 'cah is was not worth that drop
I swear man are beefing eediats
Cheffed him once (Ching)
One near his spine and next in his side
Two more in his chest like "Eurgh" (Eurgh)
Look at the nigga, just hashtag leaky
Talk about "One in the chest", your older's dead
You shoulda take your own advice instead
Talk on my name, you're dead (Hahaha)
That shit don't make no sense
On gard
Look at the nigga, just hashtag leaky
Talk about "One in the chest", your older's dead
You shoulda take your own advice instead
Talk on my name, you're dead
That shit don't make no sense (Bap)
[Chorus: YA & Ace]
I ain't been in the field since young
But I've chinged up bare big men, stop tweaking (Ching)
Ching up a yute in his head
You know I love it when juice starts leaking (Ching)
I don't give no chat to the opps (No)
It's the big fat dot-dot that's speaking (Bap)
Hella man run from gang
When the bruckback ting gets beated (Bow)
I've been in the field from young
Tryna ching a man out of their bludclart shoes (Ching, ching)
Same way that I give it to a kid is the same way I give it to a man in Loubs (Haha)
That big bruckback holds two
Who's that yute? (Bow)
Slap it, slap it in that way, that broom
Let's see who drops
Man try trip up and run, get shot (Bow)
[Outro: YA]
YA, Big A, you know how it fucking goes, man
CT shit O, you know
Free Perm, free Blench, free Creepz, free Rise
Huh, S fresh home, you know how the ting goes
Free Velly, man, on God
Free Skeng, fuck the paig's fam
Man you know how we coming man
