[Intro]

JM double 0 made this one, you know

Madara

Sebz Beats, baby

Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold

[Verse 1: Suspect]

We move in packs like wolf

New ZK, I'm a sharp investor

Ain't got one GCSE, I was in OT, tryna give out a tester

You think I got PTSD from the things I've seen

My mind is messed up

Heart's still clean, new Glock, no beam

Tryna tape that scene, and make man rest up

Shout out my AGB's, real demons

We're the reason that three blocks grievin'

Stepper season, had Suspect creepin'

I'm the reason that his hair's not evеn

I'm a lyrical criminal

When I get physical, keep that talk to a minimal

Truth is man wan' kill 'em all

Lеft man critical, mumzy wishin' for a miracle

[Verse 2: T.Scam]

Who said that Active Gxng is retired?

I came fresh home, and I upped that mileage

I was out for less than a week, tryna tape that street and close man's eyelids

They're on Snapchat, jus' woofin' and hypin'

I'm on Snapchat jus' preein' and spyin'

Sight him, bark him, then go home and light him

Jump out, knife him or lean out, bine him

I'm on the backstreet tryna fly out the back seat

My man ran, and his bredrin said "Back me"

If you lack on a block at night

You might as well stand with a sign that says "Pack me"

I was in the trap with some crack fiends

You was at home with a bad B

Bro got into a madness, we came with a wap

And saved the day, and now he wan' bang me

[Verse 3: Suspect]

Used to hit shots on the pinnacle

Fifteen with the .15 inch, might sound typical

Gotta move digital, everyone's killable, wiggable

A vest can't make you invincible, so protect your hat

Try run away, we will kweff your back, ay

The same place that he got packed

Is the same place that we flex our plaques

Swing this sammy or guns get pressed

I done it with S and S

I done it with Broadday, Hitman, Blitz and Yevz

'Cah anything go for the set

Ever looked at your blade, see blood and flesh? and thought "Shit then, wouldn't wanna be them"

Ever ching man down 'til you got no strength?

Try cut but bro's sayin' "Do him again"

Sayin' "Do him again"

Man done him again, gang-gang put a opp in a coffin again

His mum is a cat, and she knows we beef her son

Bang-bang, got her cuppin' again

Big bands got your girlfriend boppin' again

I caught V1, should've got him again

They say he's bad and he's caught a M

He's gone now, won't be a problem again

[Verse 4: T.Scam]

I used to hit cells off a ridge back

With a flick nank, any cell man hit that

Might be shocked, but I firm that kickback

Sight him, grip that and lurk and hit that

No revives or get back

When the AGs get 'round for the chit-chat

Remember when the hand ting jammed on him?

He skeeted when he heard click-clack

I miss AK, man it hurt when he passed

Talk on him, get left in the past

The first one just shattered the window

The second one nearly done my man's dance

I was on the wing like Mbappe

I wished that I played for France

Instead, I'm on the wing with my hand down the trousers

Something's getting plugged if I'm in this stance

I'm on the strip, givin' cats their fix

Or on lurk with the twin-twin, no Twix

Circle the 5, circle the 6

It's been two hours, can't find these pricks

Now I just find myself in the 1

With the one pop, tryna get man gone

Please don't talk about Cres

We get 'round there, and we score on them man for fun

We pulled up but he wasn't that speedy

Now it's looking like he got his drip from Yeezy

AG's fell off, don't be cheeky

We want more packs 'cah the gang too greedy

Just cooled, took it easy

Jump out the ride, try leave him on TV

Let it spray like graffiti

Done it bait in front of CCTV

[Outro]

Elevate, this mix sounds mad

Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold