You crash, they dash God bless the souls that get cash Still screaming ‘fuck the opps, little rats’ Shut your mouth, you’re not bad Opps pulling up in a 4 door swerve Man spots the opps and reverse Just look at them nerds Why waste the time on the jerks New dippers tryna upset mums Aim for the heart or lung Blud, are you dumb? Just tekwasia, just tekwasia Cause you don’t wanna meet my gun You wanna flex for a diss track Pussy you’re bad Tell me why the fuck you run Anything green get rasclart bun Old school opps tryna send threats Like a grandad won’t get cheffed Lean to the left or right Like headie that’s one rambo maneuvre for [?] Bare Ks on Ks on the other side Look how that ended up Tired Now they ain’t sending much Burners Now they ain’t spending much Man affi kick down doors Have some eedyat layed on the floor They could have got shot They could have got bored But they all crawled and stayed on all fours What the fuck you thought made [?] raise the hammer Like 4 man done already man in no talk Any loose chat send box to mans door Mans jerking man’s plants If they’ve got the right stuff I’m taking grub Finessing mans bud You definitely gone mad You think I’m running that back Suck your mother Stop chatting on us thinking I’m tryna get back Stop moving like you smoke crack Come try and get your shit back I’m falling off 6 shots with the 6 shots I’m finna go down Hop out the car, boom bow Suttin gonna 100% get licked down Still out here with my drillers Still out with my OF drillers Still ducking down opps with my sinners Four six shots with the spinners