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[Intro: Striker]

X10

CGM

Beam me up Scotty

Double Tap (Ya-yow), Supreme, Savage, ZK

Back to back, we back our straps

Man get whacked

[Verse 1: Digga D]

Ay, look, yo, are you listening?

Wet **** on his head, had to Christen him

**** got done times two, tryna triple him

Take his trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him

If he's **** I'ma catch him and cripple him

Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'

You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him

Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him

This light skin bitch here, she flippin'

They come to bad man an' wan' talk 'bout lickin' it

Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it

He run off again, little chicken shit

Yo, I own all my guns I ain't trippin' him

Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him

But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat

Come back, swing my long shank and finish him

You got a problem, solve that

Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yoke that

Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that

You're on the wing, bat, swing and assault that

Hold that, twenty-one days ain't nothing, you joke man

Yo fam, you're better, no fear, no man

Can't see man that's ten years older

Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan

So fam, how can I rate them old men?

Still young but I been out from '010

Told them "Don't get comfy in Golborne"

They didn't listen we caught 'em and showed 'em

I took their mashes and went off and sold 'em

Multiple splashes, you got left soakin'

Pull up and smoke them, on folknem

[Verse 2: Sav'O]

If I shoot my shot then I scored in a hundred percent

Man's hittin' it, diggin' it

Don't come to block it's scary, Insidious

Prince in the West, no William (Insidious)

Dead ting dead, she hideous

Work rate high, tryna get to a million (A million)

Man down, man down, now I'm billin' him

Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it

Sick in my head, I'm psycho

And there's no way I could sleep on a vio

Come to the wild get hit by the rhino, rhino

Mercy the G like Stylo (Yow)

G like Herbo, G like Polo

I'll take that risk on my solo

Nah mad for no gyal but I'm loco

Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo

My darg [?] can’t tame it

He ain’t rid back, all now, I don't blame him

Two machines, one new, one ancient

I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him

Try front page him, boots with laces

CBO, gotta mind what I’m sayin’

Invasion, if I know where you're stayin'

How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?

[Verse 3: ZK]

I beg man don't insult my intelligence

Back then it was rusty Remingtons

See a skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (Bow, bow)

In the T with B on the side not a brown one from Bellingham (No)

We know their work rate is irrelevant

9 out of 10 their fingers celibate (Dickhead)

Man make corn fly like Emirates

See them legging it, still keep pressing it (Bow, bow)

My little bro keeps moving too wild

Tryna leave him pronounced, make that definite

Tap bro I don't think they're getting it

Still ain't levelling, shotgun specialist

ZK I'm the youngest president

I was fifteen, I had big man beggin' it

I'm petty when beef ain't dead

And the [?] at my door like "Why you not settlin'?" (Ay, fuck off)

Buck up, I’m wettin' him

If it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (Fucking savage)

Rev that ped with adrenaline

Sav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him

Slip up, I'll sever him, pepper him

Shave his head just like Mo Better did

That's one shot like he took some ketamine (Bow)

[Outro]

All you fake rap niggas are tarnished

CGM we're the hardest

Big waps, yeah we blast it

Ya-yow