[Verse 1: Horrid1]
Had enough of going Bush
When I go 'round there, there's no one there, they're absent
[?] in the rave, I'm causing a mad ting, and standing around I'll stab him
Anytime that I buck a Mozart yute in the can, I lost my standard
I'll throw a tantrum, see a opp behind that gate I can't grab them and then smack him
I put thousands in young g's pockets
I ain't gon cap, man's honest
I had gyal 6 months straight in the bando, no sleep at night, that's maximum profit
No diet, whip it and lock it, raise a blade with a crap, man drop it
Send pounds to a yard and it drops quick, 20 bags in cali, I lost it
Angry dads could get shot too, put sons in pots what my block do
Till this day I got parents shouting, "[?], look at your sons do"
Every opponent I bucked in the can
Got dealt with badly, this ain't no kung fu
Multiple phones and shanks and my cell got spun too
They won't [?] they know to respond too
See man dash back, Huncho back that
I tap that, left man laid on his back flat
I won't say I'm a gunman, I love me a nank
I'll splash that insane, I'll pack that
Been on the 'aves with a mash strap, bad bitch put this gun in the handbag
Broadday don't have no beef with Grove, everytime we saw my man, he got slapped at
[Verse 2: Sav'O]
Been doin' up mileage, always on violence
Armed and deadly, ready for war (Haha)
If I sight any guy I dislike from the other side
Bun him and splash him, for sure (Grr)
What you mean I'ma might me a opp
And not ching it and ching it and ching it? That's natural choice
Not much of a talker, more of a walker
They get walked on and stepped on more
I'm above the law, I ain't taking orders, blue lights chasin', hit them corners
We get bored and step out of boredom
Man get bored up, I can't stop boring
Treat the world like it's ours, we're lawless
We're winning the beef, yeah, I think you should forfeit
I'mma smoke from night to the morning
Keep on chatting, I'm ending the talk (JS, JS)
Gyal see me and leech, 'cause they see what I do in Palm Beach
Put her on a flight if I'm bored this week
She ain't tricking, man give her a treat
Slim gyal get a top tier gyal, backshots fat gyal drop down to their knees
Can't G-check me, how you mean?
Feel my aura, should not be in the streets
I'm too gangsta to not have Ps
I'm too gangsta to not run him up
I'm too gangsta to see my opps, not jump out rise up, letting it buss
I'm too gangsta to have one gyal, man need about then, rotate, switch it up
He got put in a box, bill it up
Blue tick made gyal give it up
[Verse 3: Chinx (OS)]
I see them comment and like on the pictures
And now he's on the hitlist
Any friend of a opp is a victim, let's step to their block and evict them
Hold that steady, I'm squeezin' the big ting
Made that messy, I'm cleaning my kitchen
I think that's the heli I hear from a distance
Feds wanna speak to the witness
They ain't got enough status to mention the mandem
We made the tension in Camden
'Member I went there at random
Corned it, they must've thought that I planned it
Suttin' got slapped, bro scored him a hattrick
Suttin' got packed, don't talk on the mad ting
I stepped in the mosque and saw me an opp
I'm tryna control my thoughts in the masjid
Free L, they gave him a G
He went to the A, he made it a scene
This big machine never came with a beam
This sweet .16 weren't made for a teen
If I hear that out, then tape for the streets
Anywhere they hit gunshots go off, they probably blame it on me
Even though I got war with the Malis, this ain't a racist beef
Them IC1s are targets, too
AR nearly got bun passing through
If you heard that it's us, don't ask, it's true
Z*** got bit with the sharpest tooth
Being brave weren't the smartest move
Put on my feet and spark this zoot
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