[Intro: Skully & PS]
Two hands on the stick, like, come, let's-
Pull up, I might just-
Still make P's in every-
Been in the trap what's next?
Do it like Narsty, gyallie on-
Pull up and squeeze, I don't care who's hench
Dip, dip, splash, you fucked up today
Two hands on the stick (Two, two), like, come, let's pray
Pull up, I might just flex
Still make P's in every way (Got my nigga Burner in this one too)
Been in the trap what's next?
Do it like Narsty, gyallie on me
Pull up and squeeze, I don't care who's hench
Dip, dip, splash, you fucked up today
[Verse 1: Skully]
Look, it's the work of the devil (Work of the devil)
Ten toes, step with my rebels, xing, xing, zhao, man fill him with metal (Xing, xing, xing, zhao)
They talk like soon will settle (Dickheads), big woosh in the ride, no label (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Clean up the scene, just suttin' like Dettol (Bow)
Got a bitch on my line just cattin' me down, like, "Babe, let's settle" (Get out bitch)
Two hands on the stick, like, come, let's pray (Ha), shooting at scenes, but it's not Pressplay (Bow)
Still make P's in every way, xing, xing, zhao, all in his face (Xing, xing, xing, xing)
Do it like Narsty, gyallie on me (Narsty!), blew off the party, clappy on he (Ayy)
Dip, dip, splash, you fucked up today (Fuck up), just back to my gaff by bae (Out)
[Verse 2: Boota & Skully]
Doing ten toes, covering miles all over an OT map (Kwey, kwey)
Doing up chesters and numbers, conversating with cats, that's trap (Trap)
But man don't trap, cuh I can't get bagged
That's a first strike and I can't hear dat (Fuck dat)
I need Nokias ringing unlimited, grub, runners and bands (Trust me)
Chillin' at the dotty or trap, the cell's doing good, and I need these racks
[?], ask [?] with packs, I was in my cell doing up breakfast packs
Swagging up for V's and dat, buss that case, that's my last, it's mad
Now I'm still lurkin' in the ends on the baps (Two, two)
I don't have no opps, but I still got ten-ten skills on the feds, then I tap (Then I tap)
Back that ting out the back and slap it off mad (Mad)
'Cause I'm too brilliant in the trap
I'm dividing and choppin' down slabs
Put it into scales, straight into bags, bust them cells and stack (Get out bitch)
[Chorus: Skully, PS & Narsty]
Two hands on the stick, like, come, let's pray (Ha)
Pull up, I might just flex
Still make P's in every way
Been in the trap what's next? (Ching, ching, ching, ching)
Do it like Narsty, gyallie on me (Narsty!)
Pull up and squeeze, I don't care who's hench
Dip, dip, splash, you fucked up today
Like, Narsty!
[Verse 3: Narsty & PS]
Now lemme slap that, uh, uh, uh, nah, I can't say that
You know, face too bait akh (True), jakes on my name, like (Ayy)
Loose lips sink ships (Splash), so why would you say that? (Splash)
Chef, chef, get drenched (Dip, splash), like, nah, he'll spray that
Gyal say that I don't do road (Ayy), and now bro-bro lookin' at me
Like, "Look at that cheek," I just roll my dope (What?)
Like I ain't been lettin' off smoke (Bap), like I never just chat to bro (Ayy)
And gyallie on me like my rambo and the gang don't wan' cuff that ho
Roll up, sweetcorn then ghost (Ghost), with bro, one-four on the most (Most)
I tell bro-bro, "Come and do the dip, dip, 'nough dip, splash", tryna leave 'nough holes
And man's all laughing at my man, with my gang (HitSquad)
Like, tell bro-bro come and find man, why you wan' run off and leave your bro?
[Verse 4: PS & Skully]
Like, man do the Zone 2 Step (Ugh), pull up, I might just flex (Flex)
Been so active, been on badness, been in the trap, what's next? (What's next)
Me and DSqueeze tryna soak and drench (Ching), pull up and squeeze, I don't care who's hench (Bow)
Big ting, leave the whole scene ments (Bow), man just pree, got his broski's chest (Woof)
But it's cool, that's fine, okay (Ayy), gyallie don't want no nerds
Said she wan' flex with PS OJ (PS)
Gyallie wan' find my weed, baby amnes', this ain't cess, no way (Pfft)
Brownin' and the back's all cray, name PS, but a man don't play (Play no games)
Hit a man's chin, if I move chin I might clock man's face (That's bro)
Been hitting 'nough straps (Ugh), been making dough (Ching)
Bro still mash, bro still straps, bro-bro's still kweying O (Ayy, ayy)
Like, pull up, hello, yes, I'm the one, been taping roll (Ching, ching)
Might be a peng-peng and her best friend that I bake with bro (Woof)
Zone 2, known zoo (Ugh), watch man start wil'ing (Trust me)
'Cause of this fame, mate asked for her name (Ugh), but gyallie's all smiling (Preeing)
So I get Diddy, went riding (Trust me), active gang shit is exciting (Ayy, dudu)
Gyal get woody and piping (Ayy), most hated, so I keep my ting (Get out bitch)
[Chorus: Skully & PS]
Two hands on the stick, like, come, let's pray (Ha)
Pull up, I might just flex
Still make P's in every way
Been in the trap what's next? (Ching, ching, ching, ching)
Do it like Narsty, gyallie on me (Narsty!)
Pull up and squeeze, I don't care who's hench
Dip, dip, splash, you fucked up today
