Ayy Rocky, this wavy
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Beef gets hot, that's pepper
Pressure, pressure (Mhm, mhm)
Back of the ride, long samurai
On my hands is leathers (Normal)
Lemme show you bout tekkers (Normal)
I'mma hop out the ride and finesse
Them man know that my gang is the best
So they tried this gang, but we couldn't care less (Why you doing that?)
All that talk is irrelevant
How many on your side's been cheffed? (Ching)
They're talking loads
If you're talking shots, I'm talking chest (Wet him up)
Back road we're leaving a mess (Normal)
In the ride, there's a four times eleven
But this ain't no test
Bad B wanna hold my weed
So she slapped that pack right next to her breast (Thotty)
Ay, question?
When I hopped out the ride
You looked at your guy and then you left him, why?
Why you gonna leave your guy?
Do you wanna see his mumzy cry?
Stay right there and defend your guy (Hm)
Even OT bro you know I don't lack
Seaside, man slang that crack
Then I'm back on the block doing counter-attack
Defend your block, or we're sliding and that (Where you at?)
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[Verse 2: S'Kizz]
We got white, no benzocaine
We wild beasts that can't be tamed (Bow, bow)
Step on your block, like, who's on the mains?
Put metal in his veins and corn through brains (Who's that, who's that?)
My head hot like flames
I ain't playing no games
I done scored like James
I can't say no names
'Cah them guys too talky, talky
And they roll with guys (Snitches)
That roll with guys that roll with walkie talkies
Gotta stay on point
I ain't going back to jail to hear some made up stories (No way)
Buck me an opp, aim on fleek (Bow)
Hit mans chest, watch the pussio leak
Your general has nightmares about me
'Cah I cheffed him up and fled from the scene (Ching, ching)
You ain't bad like us, you ain't bad like we
We do things and stuff
You don't do them stuff
We grip them guns and go paigon drums (Bow)
Like black get dipped or get your rassclart bun (Bow)
If I do it like YP, that's for fun
Straight anti-green, take sons from mums
Mums, lack in your hood get bun
He didn't run, so we X'd mans lungs
Take sons from mums
[Chorus: Jango]
Bro click orders, dispatch (Mhm)
Things on us, we don't lack
Things on us, will hit his back, back (Ba-ba-ba-bow)
Lemme not talk about that
It's the shittest borough, but we run it
So, I guess we run this shit (Grrr, grrr)
Young niggas ride for the fun of it
Anything green we're bunning it (Ba-bow)
Bro click orders, dispatch
Things on us, we don't lack (Never)
Things on us, will hit his back, back (Back)
Lemme not talk about that
It's the shittest borough but we run it
So I guess we run this shit (Grrr)
Young niggas ride for the fun of it
Anything green we're bunning it (Ba-bow)
Big twenty year old man ain't done no drills (Disgusting)
But he wants to be a drill artist
Pull up on him and empty the cartridge
Run up in yards, like, where's all the harvest? (Where's it at, where's it at?)
Streets are cold, done made me heartless
Like K9 get cheffed in darkness (Ching, ching)
ZT is harmless, buck into him, I'd probably start laughing (Bitching)
Back my shank and finish the target
They buy clothes from Edmonton Market
Wind down the window, back it and bark it (Bow)
Skid-skrr, gotta go park it
Tryna leave him in a permanent basket
Should've said casket (Dead up)
Shout E1, he's deffo the fastest
Get chinged with the same hand I wanked in jail with
Aim for his chest, won't aim for his pelvis
They sing songs, sing songs like Elvis (Snitch)
[Verse 4: Jango]
Beef for the gang we don't play fair (Never)
Shanks on the ride, dont care
Fill up the petty and get round there (Skrr)
Skrr with your bro that traction-action
I don't know nuttin about acting (Woo)
Gang's really known for the mad tings (Ba-bow)
Skengfield always popping (Normal)
No batman but gangdem's robbin'
That's drills, food and trap phones
I heard then talking the mad loads
When we buck them they're quick on their damn toes (Nyoom, nyoom, nyoom, nyoom)
We are going on the ride like ponies
No snapchat, we're doing it lowkey (Dickhead)
Me, Osav, old school like Stoney
First place come gold like Rollie (Never)
That's why the feds, they're moving nosy (Ba-bow)
Broski's a hitman, he'll shank a nigga for P's
But for me he'll do it for free
That's gangshit, you see?
Beef for the gang that's too much pressure
Too much pressure that they can't handle (Oh, man)
Summertime get lit like a candle (Where they at? Bow)
Bro click orders, dispatch
Things on us, we don't lack (Never)
Things on us, will hit his back, back (Ba-bow)
Lemme not talk about that
It's the shittest borough, but we run it
So, I guess we run this shit (Grrr)
Young niggas ride for the fun of it
Anything green we're bunning it (Ba-bow)
Bro click orders, dispatch
Things on us, we don't lack (Never)
Things on us, will hit his back, back
Lemme not talk
