[Intro: Sini Sayso]

Yo

SS

Hold tight JSav, M'Skum, YDot

Hold tight all the mandem

Ha, yo

[Verse 1: Sini Sayso]

Man these dons ain't learning

Me and [?] on a opp block, ten toes ting

Straight looking for a [?]

Anywhere I go, bad go

Man don't wanna see me lurking

Wait, I swear that's my man

[?] is already reversing

[?] is already reversing

Like, how they talk bad on the net but they getting ducked down in person?

Like them man there, straight actors

Many man tryna join the circus

Look, Sini Sayso don't say much

When I see man, it's curtains

Somebody tell these good yutes that their bad boy act ain't working

A one little [?] stab wound

Now the niggas really think they put work in

Must be forgetting that you man ran

[?] had 30 man dispersing

You ain't scoring no points

Man the balls in our court and we finna start serving

All my young donnies, dem really active

Stay on top of beef like a gherkin

Two car convoy, in a pretty [?]

Man jump out the German

See a opp lacking on the curb

We finna wrap him hair like a turban

And man wan' flex on the Gram

But I'm finna Jack-son like Kurtis

Man wan' flex on the Gram

But I'm finna Jack-son like Kurtis

[Verse 2: Loose1]

Get man then I'm dashing

Hit man, no assassin

Duck him down with that black blade

And shove him up like it's fashion

We ain't strangers to that action

Ask about the work, I been mashing

Left a opps blood splashing

Now all around, them light's flashing

Do him up, show passion

Cos these fuck boys keep on chatting

And man flip the packs and get racks in

Them older boys been slacking

Round here all lurky

With two man, they're for worksie

Get down in the mud, real dirty

Plus the pack came all perky

And If I buck a opp, no mercy

I'm a real sav', they can't earth me

Ice man, that's my bro and he's got me, that's certi'

They funny men, Eddy Murphy

Got a bad b and she curvy

Lightskin, her hair be curly

I don't do dates cos they thirsty

Talking ish on the net

They see me and they running

That night, shh shh shoulda done him

Love [?] cos he roll with the Russian

I don't need to talk, we ain't rushing

Them fuck boys must be buzzing

See man's tryna roll on a dozen

Cos these little nerds ain't on nothing

I been lucky with my suttin'

We're the tigers and we love it

Bro got a bruck and he stuff it

Get the grub and then cut it

They come round and didn't buss it

So we went round and did some gushing

Niggas talking that murder

And they ain't really done nothing

See a opp and I'll cut him

Splash splash and I'm cutting

See a opp and I'll cut him

Splash splash and I'm cutting

[Verse 3: M'Skum]

Them man love chat

But never get round

Score one point, now it's talk of the town

That's why I call them man some clowns

Face on me turning lightskin, ask brown

Phone up Dappz, like let's slide now

Real talk, I'mma tryna leave a opp fouled

Jump out on violence, slap, boom bow

On the red bricks, man's lurksie

Tryna smoke man like [?]

Bro got a pound, looking all earthy

Dial up Big J cah he's worksie

I'm OJ, I don't play

I'm HR with a K

I'll do it broad day, them man just dash off like a race

Them man just dash fast like a horse

Is Skum involved?, of course

Man been outside from young like a whore

Man bring that violence straight to mans door

Don't dive in the beef, that's silly

Man leave tops red like old trizzy

Man got skengs but dash from the wizzy

And the dotty come long just like mans willy

[Verse 4: TY]

Can't tell you amount of times that phone up the bros

And we marched over to that blue bridge

Like, dust man down

Ten toes on the high road

Tryna stick man like glue sticks

Swear I remember that day, stab my bro with the blade

Only missed his heart by a few inch

So when I do my shit, I don't talk like chicks

I ain't tryna go down by loose lips

I'mma jump out boy

I'mma jump out, shit

How many dumb fuckboys got chased?

Like 10 young G's tryna jump in my cabby

Had to tell them, no space

Cause they all want glide

Man they all want ride

Man they all want dip dip, blade

But I trap trap in the rambo

With a big rambo strapped round my waist

Got surrounded by 30 man and I got stabbed once

Man are way too friendly

In the trap house whipping up Wendy

Cutting through with a bruck back in a rucksack

If you want smoke man, there's plenty

Anytime that I catch me a opp

I'm whacking him up

I ain't touching him gently

Like, why the man there screaming "gang"?

'Til I get round there, they all leave their bredrins

Like, how many cars have I jumped out of?

Man I told Young Febz, "keep running that engine"

[Verse 5: Ice]

With the shotgun, man strong

I don't fist fight

I don't fist fight cos my name's not Wong

I just rise up the smoke like Bond

Let that go, man's gone

Gotta bake off for long but let Jakes come

Cos I swear I don't sing no songs

But them man there catch cases

Cos the cameras clock their faces

Gotta take that shit through paces

Just remember to burn them laces

That's why I do my shit all masked up

With two goons that won't grass up

If I see a opp, let it blast up

On the main road, let it charge up

Hit a backstreet, let it rass up

Bare shells in that dodo dodo

Don't wanna see the ting spark up

I can do this shit on my own

Catch me kicking back in a home

Shot two packs on my phone

But I stay close to that chrome

So I beg man try run up on me

I'll rise it up in his zone

My packs are coming like clones

Straight 10-10 and it's known

Like, free my uncle like bones

Man got six years for that stones

So fuck the pigs and there drones

Know they're watching me through my phone

Tryna take me off of my throne

And I know that they're mad pissed

Cos all the P's that I've blown