[Intro]
(Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy)
[Verse 1: Box12]
Step ten toes in Grove with the spinner (Step)
There were no time to pattern the dinger (None)
Anything's bait right now with the shh
You know that the gang pages too inner (Too fast)
This black blade right here is ments
It's not just drink that will damage your liver
There's packs right here, just click and collect or call when I try to deliver (I'll try)
My batch is filled with animals
I don't rock with the ones who slither (Nah)
R9 lost his life on the scene then got it back, thank God little nigga (Better thank him)
I might step with my hand on the metal
And Soaks got his hand in the trigger (Big ting)
He thought that his seventeen inch was long
Twenty-two is a whole lot bigger
Better run quick, bust the manoeuvre
You don't wanna get licked down by the hoover
Lula don't get done like Kruger
Bust them shots straight off with the scooter
Scuba dive before it hits your medulla
Too soon back but I'm hopin' it's sooner
Cats dem leapin' across like Puma
Our tings come fat not mini like Cooper
But are you really into chances? (Are you?)
Step with the grub just mask it
Hammer on, pull up four-door and blast it (Baow)
Better run quick, you better run, you're fastest
It's way too hot, them man haffi park it (Park)
Shh, out of the window we're tryna hit targets (Hit that)
Slide B-P like, "Where are these bastards?"
We got that prick, so we slowly departed (Pussy)
[Verse 2: MadMax]
Poke a boy up with the stainless, run down who, about bloodclaat Rayners? (Splash)
Been on the glide 'nough times, so the pussy boy dem can't tell me about shavings (No way)
All the verbal talk is long
Back out my ching and hit him with the chong
Tryna turn man off, the gang did him wrong
Lucky that prick wasn't the main one
Bare tears and verbs are comin' along
You talk about your retaliation rate is rapid, so how come me and M never been splattered?
Stop lyin' for the bitch and the fashion
I drench man's top, but the boy loves dashin'
A fat rambo and they say no lackin' (Baow)
How the fuck can they scream, "Wizz pack" with a passion?
They glide ten toes tryna turn man cabbage
RLK, say that for no fashion
Grab man up, you know Uncs will slap it
I don't give verbs cause them boys love chattin'
They go on the bank and Snap' what happened (Some dickheads)
Wagwan, bro you know nothin' bout bangin'?
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Ask that prick how I done him both times (Go ask)
Two car convoy gang on the glide
Shit then, fuck that nigga should've died
How the fuck did dookie grab him behind? (Oh my days)
Oh my days, what dumb silly guys
I buck man on the train and he blew for his life
I nearly made man do a train track twice
Creep Up Gang, don't chase all the time
[Verse 3: NitoNB]
Wait, don't move (Hold up)
You know that my gangs on violence, let me show man what the spin can do (Baow, boaw)
Bare man love to chat to the trident, we ain't that type to go lie on our tunes (Fuck that)
Little bro crept up the other stayed silence, he's violent, left don on the news (Splattered)
And you know that shit there tragic
If I back it then it's cocked (Baow)
This bitch here comin' in ratchet I will not slam it, so you can't get cock (Silly bitch)
But instead you can hold this beater and make sure keep that hush (Shh)
'Cah if one of them get touched, man hit up the M-way and do up cunch (C-Coast)
And them boy there know what the plan was
Must be why they're chillin' by cameras (Hate me)
Must be why they're doin' up hidin'
Lil bro's got swords like Vikings
Bro hits anything he's sightin' (Baow)
Bro touch anything that moves (Moves)
And make sure you do that brilliant and their friend can hold it too
Got corn for all the affiliates (All of them)
'Nough times baked off in a cunch spot
'Nough times bro handled that bruck-back (Big ting)
Don't lack 'cah the ting is a six shot
Bro aims the ting at your wig-back (At your head)
Man hit up the clientele, if he's draggin' man down, that bridge gotta go (Burn it)
Roll with certi' niggas that got man, everyone I'm 'round will let the gun blow (Baow)
And you know that's facts (Eh?)
Man tour your estates like, come out
Come out and see what's in a man's bag (Come see)
And you know that's facts (Baow)
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