[Part I: Regrets]

[Intro]

Jamma Beats

[Verse 1: Digga D]

Bro put a box in draws, 3.5s and scores

Phone man if you want that

Don't talk like you're bad, you ain't on that

Combat, juice gon' spill like Cognac

Whip that shit, don’t stop 'til I lock that

Heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that

Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that

Back out the mash and drop that, shot that

If you want Buju, man got that

Banton TT smash it and dot that, chop that

Countryside, where the gwops at

Jump in pics, you ain't bro, man, crop that

No whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it

Back out my shank and dip it, ballistic

Push in my shank and twist it

Pebs in cling, that’s Oreo biscuits

Man's machine comin' with lead

Mish and mash for the bread

This grey ting's way too fast

Bitch, pull up your drawers, I only want head

Man put dick down in her neck-neck

Bore tongue, that's the best

Ejaculate in her mouth

Or pull out, ejaculate on her breast

[Verse 2: Sav'O]

In the field, I'm Air Force steppin'

More time I just smashed down packs in the ends

Right now, I'm tryna get this bread in

Get 'round there and ching man up

Like, anything B get wetted

No face, no case and leathers

Four door whip with serious members

My bro wanna lurk on opps

So we go round there on a 125

Bro done whacked man's face with the longest blade

Tryna take man's eye

I heard that the opp boys ran with their shanks again

And I weren't surprised

Creepz Sav ain't on piss

He raps that shit and he ran ten times

Packs on me, Rambz on me

Push bike hitting them shoots

Peng gyal on man from the B

Feelin' me and MSkum, too

My bros ain't down for the stuntin'

Digga D grab that dots and shoot

Us man ain't like them man

Them man lie and we tell the truth

Gang

Like, free all my bros, soon touch road

How many times have I rid on Bush?

Like one of them boys gotta go

Back out my ting and make man swim

Like ching man down on volts

Catch me a opp then stab up his head

Then ten toes back to the Grove

Then ten toes back to the Grove

[Verse 3: T.Y]

Friend of a opp is a opp

So I won't feel a way to go burn that bridge

My nigga Huncho gave him twenty-two chings

I can bet you that he's feelin' pissed

Get 'round there, Samurai's and flicks

JSav put his whole Rambz in your wig

My bro Digga D had the whole HR locked off

When he crossed that bridge

If I get my hands on a opp

I ain't wettin' him once, I'm wettin' him numerous times

See a opp right there, tell bro don't jerk the car

Just keep it movin' in line, ay

Four and a half, got bags of ball and dust

Man slap it in tens

If I back my splash, he don't back it up

No leg shots, man put it in chests

Like, bros got a thing for dargs

Teefin' cats I ain't talkin' no pets

Bruck down a nine in flake

And whip it in Zs

Let it dry then put it in pebs

Cats dem call for the meds

[Part II: Swing It]

[Intro]

MKThePlug

MKThePlug

[Verse 1: Digga D]

TT flake, twenty-three on a two-ie

Jakes just passed, hope they don't do a uey

OT, I don't like doin' deals like Louie

Bad B like bougie, upsuh with two G's, like Gucci

Pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubblin'

Straight drop, I ain't doublin'

Use your chest, stop mumblin'

Bro, I'm booky

I'll take your food if my belly starts rumblin'

They rap about bootings, they ain't blammed nobody

Hold that properly when I bang that dotty

I put sniff in a 'rex, and I slang that Bobby

TT make it bling, always answering my hottie

Left my worker in the trap

While I flew to the town on pedal bike

Just to sweep some more cats

They ain't seein' no racks

I'm in and out of the trap

I left the door on the latch

When I add it up, take a oner off with the shorts

I'm a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts

Fuck jail; fuck Jakes; fuck courts

Drilla got twelve cah he turned somethin' corpse, crasses

What's all the hate for?

Is it 'cause I'm makin' dough?

That hate only push me to make more

I smash b, whip coke, smoke loud

Whip a Z, twenty six back, no doubt

[Verse 2: T.Y]

Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj'

Comfy in my ends

And I got beef in my own hood

In the trap

Left cracks on the floor like Hulk would

Gyally said she like me

'Cause I'm sweet and I'm so hood

Hospital, nose full of tubes

Got yourself shanked up

Cah your bros wanna screw

MSkum in the back

That's a problem for these yutes

Ten toes, what? Where?

Don't get run out of your shoes

I get busy on my own

I get busy on the roads

Keep on braggin' 'bout them Z's

'Til I clean out your home

Gotta keep my face down cah Sini's kinda known

Cah my hood's like a jungle, no Indiana Jones

Me and F was in the trap

You was busy gettin' plaits

When your bro got touched

You didn't even chip in for a strap

When I hopped off the ped

They did a one-hundred-metre track

If Huncho never stabbed it

Then it's probably my nigga, Dappz

Took you twenty shank wounds

Now you're only bringin' waps?