Crib Session

Beat I [Intro] M1OnTheBeat MKThePlug M1OnTheBeat MKThePlug TeeWizz [Verse 1: Digga D] 3-piece in a bag, Kentucky ST and Banks went live so I got round instantly with the brucky Them boy try run, let off two from the drum But they never caught none, they're lucky Press on hammers, I ain't got no manners His baby mum gave me ucky (Bitch) I swear that Anti got chinged (Ching) Gwopz, ST, AD and Tugz and both of them pussyhole twins Lightskin made Young TeeWizz swim (Come on) Opp block settings, on violent things I'm going equipped, peds and whips, hand on hips If Jeezy tripped then he would've been pissed If Jeezy tripped then he would've got dipped (Calvin) Creepz tried draw me out when I was locked in jail Is he fucking dumb? (Solly) How can his bredrin shoot up his yard and nearly murder his mum? (Some dickhead) That happened a few months back And what has he fucking done? He's wearing General's trackie in Trap Goes Dead He's a fucking bum [Chorus: Digga D] Who them man tryna draw out? (Who?) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees Who them man tryna draw out? (Who) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Like loud) I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Gang) [Verse 2: Sav'O] When I shank man up, man tear through guts Man, I stab for the kill These niggas keep talking my name This shit's about to get real (Real) Wet man down til his heartbeat stops JS, I ain't got no chill (1011) 1011 on volts, us man make bands and us man drill (Drillers) Remember that day? It was me, ZK, TY and my bro, Loose1 (GAS Gang) Jump out the whip, man try run I caught him and I chinged that punk (Dickhead) Talk on my name, them boy there gay I fucked man's baby mum (Normal) Any estate, back that blade Bro know how to dip man's lungs Jail two times, on the wing with the gang Back that rambz, Creepz Sav done dashed Back that pole, ST got whacked And I stepped in a rave and a man got splashed (Some dickhead) Niggas think they can beef me Ducked down Longz and I ducked down Jeezy Young Rev ran two times, he's neeky All the opp thots are mad too needy (Some badders) Peng gyal on man from kway Man dick that down til I'm feeling pleased (Uh huh) Bros dem been hitting stains (Mhm) My bros, dem trap in the streets (Normal) Get caught by four of their dons and we all gave them four, then I made 16 (Ching) Still got gloves and ballies on faces when we go Bush McD's (Some dickhead) [Chorus: Digga D] Who them man tryna draw out? (What?) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it) Who them man tryna draw out? (Me?) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it) I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees [Verse 3: Horrid1] Niggas know that I'm back You want Kim Kardash? Yeah bro, I can get that (Bow) Man back out the mash and make your car dash Man know I'll press that (Skrr) Jakes had man in Wano and Scrubs, that's a minor setback (It's calm) Back that dots, aim that high Live-O, man press that (Bow) Man try say that I run with my sword Is he fucking dumb? Run up in the shop and chopped my man And he went and snitched to his mum (Remz) All this talk on my name How many times have I made you run? (Sorry) TeeWizz got splashed and died, and I don't feel sorry for his mum (Wizz) [Chorus: Digga D] Who them man tryna draw out? (What?) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it) Who them man tryna draw out? (Me?) Could never be me The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I dipped like four of them neeks I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees (Like ‘low it) I ain't got no patience, play for the pagans Man get smoked like trees Beat II [Verse 4: Sav'O] Heard there's jakes in the P but I'm still hitting corn with the ramz on my hip TY got the drop on the opps so we slide 'round there let me ching that prick Smashed down packs in the ends in my ding-dong swerve and I dodged that quick 'Been in the glide from young, man back my ramz and I made man swim (Swim) Us man ain't like them man, we don't lie 'bout the things that happened One yute spoke shit on Insta, one week later he got himself splattered (Ching) Man love chat for their broskis, WorkRate, tell me the work that you mashin' Get man down on the mains [?] don't care 'bout a splashin' We do things that they wish they did Man try run off and still got chinged Free all the guys locked up on the wing Young Remz got splashed and he went and snitched Them man snitch to jakes and still bang, like, that could never be my gang Get 'round there 2 peds 4 men, man lurk 'round there and they hide in flats [Verse 5: TY] All my niggas there them active, we got guns and whippin' up yola Same day little bro got cheffed, same day I slapped 2 rambos in that motor I bussed my man's head open it would've 'been peak if I had my soaker If I back my flick on an opp, aim for the face or the chest no lower Me and JSav on the ride see an opp in the glide that's a non-stop poking I'm on the way back to the ends from the opp block did a man dirty like [?] You can get yourself whacked out on the mains for talkin' that shit on my bro'nem Like, all of this snow in the kitchen, got me like "Yo dog" it's lookin' like Polar Let me make this one clear Bullets just missed on air Sav12's mom nearly got wigged and he ain't on my man, that shit's so weird Diss TeeWizz and you might get bun, but no-ones 'been bun 'round here Tables turn I would've 'been in your' hood with that 4 door whip in gears (Skrr) [Verse 6: Sini Sayso] Take a man's things and cut, never will I run that back And the feds wanna' took 'nuff G-s off the roads so I know that them opps are happs' Ice touched wing moving horrid, little bro, he's all so gassed How many times have I done poured juice and now I trynna' break and buy some waps And they say it's all fun and games, 'till they see bloodstains and a man got whacked I know about losses and winnings, I put my pain in my rap If them man are going all timid, then you know they can't roll with the gang Cah' out on the field it's different, shit doesn't always go to the plan I'm out late night on bikes from early, 'been baggin' up late nights and the morning Interview room I should've said "No comment", but instead I said "I was touring" Free my nigga Striker locked in the can, but there's still a couple man that's out here scorin' Trynna' do with all the roadside politics, got me feelin' like I'm Jeremy Corbyn Sini Sayso don't say much, Kojo Funds ish, man I'm done talking More time I step with a dipper on me, cuz' these yutes get too big for their' Jordans I know some gunners that will never walk alone, cah' they drop man like [?] And bro used to love get busy with the chrome, but it's fucked cah' they got him deported [Verse 7: Loose1] Now let me get back to the trap More time I just mish and mash Reloadin' a pack, get it gone then dap Man get splashed for thinkin' they bad 'Nuff time I jumped out whips and they dashed They trip up, fall and get stabbed Why you think shh shh got splashed? Why you think shh shh got splashed? HD, Horrid1 that's bro One hand on the ped, one hand on the pole R.I.P he was way too slow That means rest in piss, in case you didn't know I gotta' get rid of this crow, don't care if it's rain, sunny or snow Get that pack all ghost, then it's opp block settings up O 125 or 3 double 0, can't tell me 'bout ridin', cah' I know 'bout smoke Trip that guy, slip up, get poked Gang gang, fuck Trident, lockin' my bros #Violence, money and hoes Bruck it back down cah' we doin' up loads And I push it on the M on [?] Road On [?] Road [Verse 8: MSkum] Them man love chat, but never get 'round Score one point, now it's talk of the town That's why I call them man some clowns Face on me turning lightskin, ask brown Phone up Dappz, like let's slide now Real talk, I'mma tryna leave a opp fouled Jump out on violence, like boom bow On the red bricks, man's lurksie Tryna smoke man like [?] Bro got a pump, looking all earthy Dial up Big J cah he's worksie I'm OJ, I don't play I'm 12World with a K I'll do it broad day, them man just dash off like a race Them man just dash fast like a horse Is Skum involved? Of course Man been outside from young like a whore Man bring that violence straight to mans door Don't dive in the beef, that's silly Man leave tops red like old Trizzy Man got skengs but dash from the wizzy And the dotty come long just like mans willy [Verse 9: Sav'O] 1011 gang, 15 inch when I step, are you mad? These 12World yutes, they don't fucking bang Don't score on us and they lie on tracks Dip man's chest or inject man's belly Pull up on their' yard and stain their' breadies We, chinged up their boys already Caramel gyal on man, too sexy Pull up on their' block and shank man up Things and stuff, tear through guts Nigga you 'ready know that's us Smash down yutes [?] your' blood Do it then dust Dappz just aim for the face, JSav man aim for the lungs 'Been in the glide, 'been in the glide from young And none of my g-s 'been touched Beat III [Verse 10: Horrid1] They see Horrid1 and they panic He backed out the mash try slap it Man ducked him down I still stabbed it Man know that I'm active I'm a savage Back out the rams, man know I do damage Chef man down the pussy is planking Bitch, suck my dick I ain't bashing Dishing out Teewizz packs in the ends Man bring that gyal from kway to suck off all of my friends Man been round there on a 1-2 ped Lying, 3 double 0 instead Luger bells in the back with the skeng Free Jaz and Rago, my bros them mense Caught Longz on the wing and they smashed his head [Verse 11: Digga D] Trap mash, get bread, man whip zeds 2 [?] filled up with bissheads Them man there talking trap, they ain’t seen 10 bags, them niggas some dickheads Diss T1 and you might get bun, what? Them man there bluffing How many times have the mandem said "Teewizz" and they ain’t done nothing? Interview room, feds talking 'bout burners I got a pending case, 2 attempted murders Man got lunch, spots in cunch, I just need some workers 10 plus 1 we lurkers Earners and lurkers, finna' whip that shit, close the curtains [Verse 12: SkatBoogie] Grabbed him, got him Ching, ching, dip-splash, I stabbed him I bussed case for a madness A finger on my ring that's magic We're some violent addicts The paigons can't manage Shottys, swords and daggers Believe me, I'm a savage They see me in the flesh and vanish The opp boys, they panic Run, trip up, drop, get severed I'll get man down, no ramping I've been 'round there on a gangting [Verse 13: TeeRose] 6 man deep, park in the back, you don't wanna' get splattered Nigga don't lack 'pon road cause you might get your' grown ass captured LJ got splashed like a bitch, got him down with the gang on a madting 21 holes in the uh, like how you wanna' talk about active? I [?] stretch that yute, like real talk, man are just baffling Got bangs in the [?], Shukz also splashed him It's a mad ting, sad, when I hop out the cab Get your' bredrin whacked, rude boy get whacked My 1011 nigga came down for the gang Run one lap when you see my batch RL K? I don't know 'bout that Shout T, shout K, my gang [Verse 14: Taze] Goddamn sinner How many times did I get 'round in that bruck-down bimmer? Go gorilla, ask my nigga, I'm the olympic chinger She held my shh, she's realer Said they want war, I got that car and put my niggas in dingers Step on your' block, no warning Tourin' opp blocks since morning Like somebody haffi get a cornin' Won't come out your' house, don't force it [?] Stand them back, they all in my gang Like, who's Loose? One of them spilled that juice [?] an opp with two shanks Two big bells not two blanks On you and your' crew, fam What you gonna' do, gang? [?] Russ my blood, my shugga I couldn't ride, he would've Skrr and skudda Push man, I'm still [?] Main road rip man's hood up [Verse 15: Russ Millions] Opp girls love Russ, always ask for hugs Ten times three, soon put him in mud Your' babe's on me cuz I'm wicked and bad I've been 'round there trynna [?] them mugs Rock with the dotts, whole block got shake Your' boy got-got, you're off estate That's your' guy, why you leave your' mate? Facetime live, restructure your' face Tweak on the net 'bout gang, it's calm Direct shots when I stretch my arm Shh got drenched three times, oh lard Burn that off, dishin' out red cards Wet man's chest, fishin' out man's heart On point like darts This car stall, auto go-kart [?] Beat IV [Verse 16: Loose1] I can do a whole 32 'bout chingings Tell you 'bout the numerous times That man have been got with the 15 inches But I'd rather talk about trap Straight to the pyrex whipping Two in a blue in the kitchen Can't you hear the water drippin'? Man search and destroy, no COD Been tryna' score on the opps Little ZK love itching On missions, that's holes in tops I love when I see blood dripping No fibbings, I'm a dilligent don Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on Fuck all the chat, opps know what we on [Verse 17: Sav'O] Step on streets and I pepper down beef The opps 'dem lie 'bout the score, that's mad How many times have I been in the glide And the opps they dash with their shanks in hands Niggas think they're on this thing 12World niggas lie and they hide in flats How many times have my broski grabbed that dotts and let that crash? Let it crash on all of your' friends Them boy they talk on us but they don't feel safe in the 11 or 10 Man heard there was opps in the ends I don't step with one, I got two instead Don't talk on my name, that's dead I don't ching, that's jokes, that's fucking ments Free Rackz, that's bro from the wing Man tear through guts and rip man's skin Back that dotts on the yute that's flexing Take off your' watch and your' ring Niggas love talk on my name But live in the flesh, they don't say these things Got rambos and bruckys, opp block settings Make one of them dissapear Like, black my blade let him have it Free Striker, that's bro, he's too savage How you talking beef with no mashes? Splashed, in his head, that's brain damage Talking smoke but don't beat no corn KaySav, niggas know what he's on Digga D, ten-toes for the dotts MSkum on volts, nigga know that's my don Beat V [Verse 18: TY] Man a big man up in this ting Man I don’t take pattern, man I don’t take chat One phonecall from the gang Get 'round there with a wap on the ped None of these opps wanna' buck me Spend 4 bills on the whip It came with tints and I got it off Gumtree And it came with tints, and I got it off Gumtree Opps them pissed cah bro went hard in the trap and he spent it on a pumpy How you talkin' bout when I got chinged Like I never had 30 man doing cross country I ain't nuttin' like them Aim for the chest, not bum cheek 44 long, that's rusty Digga D clap that once And since that day man he turn to a gun freak 1011 gang that's normal I don't wanna hear no chat You ain't mashed no work in your hood, that's awful 20 man bussed that corner When I came round your hood on my own in a 4 door And I ain't on no small talk Ching ching man down for the gang And I leave the opp boy's family just mournful Beat VI [Verse 19: Sav'O] Like I fucked that bitch one time, now she think's she's prestige Bitch don't drop your knickers, I beg you just get on your knees And the opp boys lie for the fans, like really who you tryna please Big rambo 'pon my side when I step outside on streets Like whack my man in his face and he thought I was gonna freeze up Man better dash off fast, before push bikes pull up That's me, KaySav, Digga D, and broski MSkum Dont think twice about tearing skin, man know I don't stunt Live in the flesh I don't hear that stuff, man know I'm on crud And if you're talking West London then you must be talking 10 or 11 Paigons act for the net but they ain't on shit, soon learn their lesson All the lies on my name, it's irrelevant Yeah I dip man down to a skeleton Pussyhole dashed off fast, man better run when he sees man stepping No face no case and leathers That's your girl, man buss in her mouth Like free all my guys let's get it Like free all my guys let's get it, let's get it Like free all my guys let's get it [Verse 20: Digga D] About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking Do what I came to do then I'm skrring In the ride with bros, man's swerving Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking Do what I came to do then I'm skrring In the ride with bros, man's swerving Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning [Verse 21: Horrid1] Step outside with the rambz I'm mad Leave man dead up like Richard's dad The 12 yutes are fucking gay, they lie and scream out that H got jacked I can never get robbed, are you fucking mad? And everyone knows what I'm on, so I ain't gotta chat 'pon tracks I'm one-up, I dont need no gang You're talking about Huncho's bike, but you didn't tell your friends why 'Cause him and his brother was ducking you down, tryna take away your life What the fuck is wrong with these guys They jump on tracks and just lie Got me sitting here thinking 'why' Rise up the ting, I'm a ride 10 times [Verse 22: Digga D] Chemistry in the kitchen, whip, whip Turn on the kettle TT came in a rock, smell that flake, it's smelling like petrol Feeling safe when I grip that metal, metal Back it out and move mental Don't be driving erratic Before man fling corn in that rental, rental Who the fuck are you screwing, man Back out the blade and do him Wet, wet, wet him up, keep it moving Mix up, bitches find it amusing Talk the life I live in my music I heard them niggas wan' kill me Bro, come over here and do it Mummy, mummy knows what I'm doing And, shit I know she's vexed Shit, I know she's stressed She only wants the best, even though Grove is a mess Blood, we the most on in West Step with my vest, I ain't tryna be next Step with my vest, I protect my chest Step with my vest, I protect my chest About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking Do what I came to do then I'm skrring In the ride with bros, man's swerving Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning About you got grub, tell my young G jerk him Get the work gone, 'cah I really put work in Leathers on with the dotts when I'm lurking Do what I came to do then I'm skrring In the ride with bros, man's swerving Niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning, ain't learning These niggas been shanked but these niggas ain't learning [Verse 23: Sav'O] Strictly skeleton wettings Mans aiming up, keep my ramsey tucked Should’ve seen how man got spreaded Plus them boy run, them boy cut Run when they see man stepping Like man love chat, chat like bitches No verbal man said it, like no talking get wetted Plus 8712 some bitches Plus them boy victims and some snitches Bro gave them man countless stitches Like mans can’t come to man’s block And chill for more than 10 minutes Bitch I beg you just get on your knees Like why you gon' remove your knickers? Big rambo on my side, bitch boy don’t lack I ain’t playing fair Got hundred man then let’s get it man Lurk on your block ain’t nobody there Opps them act for the net But they ain’t on shit, them man there scared Like bare of the opps been splashed up Man go ride for them fucking gems [Verse 24: MSkum] Pattern gang who they patterning? Pull up skrr have them panicking Pull up skrr like what's happening See man freeze up like mannequin Try dash and drop, that's embarrasing Thought it was Mozart marathon Double tap, bang the ting Shells go missing like Madeleine [Verse 25: Digga D] Akh, them boy there lie upon tracks Get round there samurais and waps JSav put his whole rambz in your hat Remember that day on the Aves with Skum Free YF, try fling it in backs Opps see gang and dash Skrr, crash, bow, khalas [Verse 26: ZK] It came in free, man put it in 1.2 and it done man's dance Stepped in the rave with a hand on my waist, that's a gunman stance [?] wear no mask [?] get 'round there I ain't using a mask Beat VII [Verse 27: ZK & Digga D] Yosh got the roll we skrring DoubleTap in the back with the German Clock me an opp, wind down the window Back out the spinner and burst him Fucking with me that's curtains Food get wrapped like turbans I put bullets in numerous guys Like, how come the opps ain't learning? We got bread and got burners Teewizz got splashed and got murdered Man get the pack and disperse it Everything I got man I earned it If the bridge is weak then I'll burn it Free Criminal he got birded That's a L but I know he'll firm it I was vex when I heard that verdict Chef, chef, swim, dip man down, make him drown in his blood Knock, knock, boom, never left that trap till I found that grub OT trips trying to get some funds We get bread and invest in guns Them boy run when we tap them drums Ching, splash, aim for his lungs [Verse 28: Sav'O] Gang lurky that's standard Four man on two peds, jump off with my shank leave an opp boy splattered Gyally on me, cause they heard of us They're like who's that savage? My bro's them been crashing corn I don't know for these so called crashers Got hands on whappers Back that dots, to the point where you might get smoked Broski Splash, done step with the shank and more time he's fully on volts Opps them lying on my name for the clout, they're washed it's a fucking joke Run man down till he runs out of breath and I dip man down, touch bones On the opp block ten toes with my bro, like tell me who's the next victim This rambo here that I'm gripping It's different, it's about 22 inches Run man down in their block, backed out my shank make him run from the kitchen Peng gyal on man, light skin one and I heard it's an opp boy's misses [Verse 29: JDF] The opps don't bang, they don't take no risks One ped, two man, four rambzies We'll really show you about "ching" I got love for Splasha, he's a knifeman, in the kitchen he whips Fly upsah' with the pack, that's 10/10 grub and things Light job, you're taking the piss I just got here and they're asking for ticks Ebony ting wanna' do man When I get back she gets all of this dick And if we're talking opp blocks, man's taken trips Numerous times on the opp block I bucked jakes, man I had to swerve and dip [Verse 30: Digga D] Double wrap crack, double tap straps Shotgun Shane, no DoubleTap Dappz I’ve slept in traps and hustled in flats Boy you ain’t mad, some fraudulent man We bucked Tiny live in the flesh and he said he weren’t mad, that wraps he flipped it He said he weren’t on to the mandem but he’s on Dublin so I still dished it Bro said his light comes better than mine, let’s go compare it, simples OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels Load the brucky with bells, and watch them all run when it jingles I just got a packet of smoke, but you can hold one, that’s a singles [Verse 31: JDF] Racksack on me, that's the 3-5 Rambs or the skeng If me Luga Vellz and Hunch pull up Are you really gonna back your friend? Run a boy down on the mains and we watched them boy just scatter, they're gems Now it's back to the trap cos the cats keep phoning me for the 10/10 peng Chest shot, you're pissed, you might just die like Wizz 3 double O, gliding on the 12 Catch a opp boy, man a get chinged Beat VIII [Verse 32: JDF] Big rambz on man when I ride Or I put a skeng on a ped, like let's take it there on a 125 All them niggas talk tough and bad But when we turn up they run and hide With the dotts tryna' make corn crash Watch a nigga just scatter and dive And I can use Wizz as an example Only takes one fatal shot to die And I won't let the jakes just grab man I won't allow them to fuck up my grind Got an ebony ting just slopping Like pull up your' knickers, you ain't getting by And the opp boys make me laugh Cah' they bring their' phones on the glide Stuck upon the street when I'm making these P-s Can't believe that I'm beefing these neeks I got a thrill when I ran down Creepz 12Side man I did it with my g-s I'm in the bando with a fork the racks Whip the yola watch the pack just set Let it dry, slang it down in pebs And then watch me go fuck up a check [Verse 33: Digga D] Look at that chocolate Barbie I swear that's Remz's aunty She don't care if I'm beefing her nephew She still let me slip that dick in her narni Finesse man's pack, if he comes with weed that's dead like RD Run man down 'til he runs out of breath and he might just die like Tarabi I be TT like Cardi, like, who want it with me I bought this dotty for 6-double-O, but you can hold corn for free Point 1-2 in the 3-4 scores and the cats them calling me Last year I got nicked with a 15-inch that went from my hip to my knee [Verse 34: JDF] Yeah we the hot topic Pull up on the 12, that's hot blocking Come crashing and these boys dropping Back to the 10 getting profit I was really up chasing lacag Tryna double up that profit While you was in bed Wrapped up with a thot I was really on the block Man I love chase gwuap Me and Digga D took it to the 12 Man I did it 10 toes with the dots Man them niggas are bitches They really love chat like thots Sweet ebony on me That bitch, she be giving me slops [Verse 35: Loose1] I thank god that this trapphone's ringing Put P-s to skengs, to bang on these gems But I still love up-close chingings Big bro he's whipping whipping Flick of the wrist got the Samsung ringing Feds went and locked down the villains Got me on deep condition I was all broke and sinning Got introduced to the kitchen Too much beef on the streets How could I not invest in smoke and dingers? They say that I'm doing a lot Should be in the box with trappers and drillers Like, how many man been got on your' block When I should've been eating dinners? When I should've been home with mum Instead I'm outside with smoke in the cut No DPD but I'm rolling with trucks Striker on the wing for a 1-2 ching I just pray that his case gets bussed I just pray that he comes out of jail Just got a pack of both in the trap That's my hands on a lightskin girl Ammonia whip, the white goes pale [Outro: Horrid1 & JDF & MSkum] Free Kizzle Free Striker Free Splash Free Zee Fuck the opps man, you know the fucking thing Fuck the paigons, fuck the snitches TeeWizz smoke It's that season Yeah? Free CJ Shoutout my Rayners niggas, my SSK niggas Yeah? Splash, yeah? You know the fucking thing Fuck the opps, fuck Northolt aswell, some dickheads Yeah? He's dead Get the opps down Dickhead Free the mandem, yeah? Boom Ay, free Drilla Free CDo Free Splash, free Striker, free everyone 1011 shit Fuck the opps, free [?], free KP You get me? Free Young Zapps Free all the gang, you get me? Free G1 Free everyone Free the whole 1011, fuck the opps, get me? Come on, niggas know