Are You With Them?

[Chorus: MIK]

So much ink in the ting

Is it a pen or a strap?

So much opp on the block

That's why man got tanned

So much gyal turned freak

Always preeing man

So much P in the box

Man just call that bank

[Verse 1: Gonzo]

Yo, why does man wanna call my bluff

When I know that he's not on stuff?

I was out here straight with the mob

Grabbed that, couple man's shirt got tore

Mandem thought I was gonna say rob

Man better know that I'm on some stuff

Came on road with the dirty grub

Had a little beef with a couple of thugs

Dem man dere tried duck me out

Till I turned round and put man down

G-O-N-Z to the O

Catch me out here in Levi's clothes

Smelling of cro

Your girl wants some, man, I be like "no"

I'm my own star with my friends dem

Niggas better know I'm never stressing

Bodyslam man like wrestling

I don't know who the ras that you're testing

If I can't catch you, chef up the best friend, whoa

Gonz gonna put man straight on his toes

Don't care if you do road or obes

Whole of the team keep it sho

Man out here not tryna be broke

Man out here just tryna make dough

[Verse 2: Merky ACE]

Money upfront

I want five bags daily inside my Levi's

Yeah

That's a two-five stack on each side

I put food in the mouth, they're some big man moving like babies

Now they wanna bite hands and talk rough

That's why I cannot rate these guys

Shoulda let 'em starve or freeze, I'll bark and screech

They ain't got recep' and talk is cheap

So I'm gonna make sure that the job done first time, burst mine

And I've got YGs with a bag full of alkaline

A straw and [?]

So I ain't even gotta do nuttin', I just send dem there

But I leave through the front like dem man dere

I ain't dem man, where were they when I handle it?

I was chilling on the left [?] stairs, ask Pozer

And I'm what dem man fear so they talk

Burning ears is the only [?]

'Cause I really pepper [?]

Don't need pepper for wings and chips

Peng girl giving man things and bits

White girl with no pussy or tits

Black ting leave man covered in blood, take the piss and survive

But a bag is where you'll shit

And I ain't even on all that 'cause I know they'll snitch

Duppy man and roll to his night night, you know what it is

Fix me a plate, fix me a drink

Gyal try wine on me but I'm cool cuh I dance with my ting

And I'll light up the hall when her arse on this ting

Mad Max, juju man but don't ask for my ring

[Chorus: MIK]

So much ink in the ting

Is it a pen or a strap?

So much opp on the block

That's why man got tanned

So much gyal turned freak

Always preeing man

So much P in the box

Man just call that bank

[Bridge: Merky ACE]

The setup round here's all different

RIP to my pagans, I miss them

I found it fun lurking, tryna get them

Oh well, onto the next, who's with them?

Are you with them?

If they say they are, we'll wig them

No ikkle man round here, just big them

Man ah roll up and spliff them

Are you with them?

Rhetorical question, already saw you with them

Death by association, hitmen

Throw you in the trash but we ain't no bin men

[Verse 3: Pozer]

Work in the bando, clean that right up

All my niggas trap and they whip that right up

Big back ting, tell her mop that right up

Man got amm, am I like that?

Five Star Gen, general five star

Tool go wild, have you niggas doing high jumps

Shit leave you effed up, fuck your whole life up

Man's got toast to retire man's lineup

Think you need to kick back, dargy, your time's up

Back from the jailhouse, pour me a champers

Me and ACE come shut down your campus

Pigs on my back like hoods on jumpers

Nah, I don't star with these actors

Pussy boy, what? Why you acting, actress?

Team stay tight like bras on a fat bitch

Aim at your headback, leave man canvas

Got no manners, pardon my actions

Man play dirt on the field, that's foulness

Big .44, buzz, buzz, ring

Mandem know where your house is

Bruddas do traps, bruddas got packs

See, dem packs are the loudest

Dem man are rats, dem man slack

Dem man sit like couches

[Verse 4: Ko-Kane]

Been out here from when I was a young G

Done know that these niggas wanna slump me

Done know that these jakes wan' lock me

Couldn't give a toss 'cause I roll with my army

Tizzy Gang, that's my team

Don't give a fuck, I will tear your spleen

Tear your spleen, yeah, I'm out for the green

Out for the green so I hit that trap

Hit that trap and I ain't coming back

Ain't coming back till I've got that stack

Back to the ends where I'm gonna go splash

Phone up bro, ask for the MAC

Told him already, this yout's getting whacked

Couldn't give a fuck if he's rolling with his mumzy

Still beat the ting off just like a junkie

This ain't the game, this ain't Jumanji

Don't go fuck with me when I'm with the 45 brucky

Tay got the ting that'll certainly slump G