When we do this drill, don’t head to block, like don’t go there it’s flames
Backroad head straight to the mains, X3, bare space bro switching up lanes
Kushy put his foot on the brakes, bro backed it, tryna splatter mans brain
I’m going insane, I’m running from plain, so don’t get blammed on the main
If you heard that a madness occurred in the ends
It was probably gang that did it
Have you ever tried to stab someone and missed their skin by just a few inches?
First time I loaded the gun, felt wicked, what happened next, I can’t put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car, just ask yourself are you really on drillings
Stepped in the dance with the leng ones watching, clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use, so don’t get your head back split into two
Spot me an opp then I’m off this moped, grown men still get chinged in groups
My [?], they lie in the booth, what can I say when you fuck with them yutes?
You woulda thought we’re losing screws, cos Bando’s tapped and I’m tapped too
Now and again man slide on the 2’s, with a bally on my face, you don’t know who’s who
All the big bros are telling me chill, cah the UK Migos soon break through
Don’t get it twist tho, load that broom, and circle for yutes in the back of the coup
Listen up, listen up, beat it yo, beat it yo, live’o corn when I beat it
Sweet one on the nizz man jeet it, leave it, told little bro he can keep it
If he runs too slow, man I sweep it, rammy on me of course he can eat it
Opp block gassed up but I mean it, man grease it, clean it, gotta treat it
Opp block tour so the gang done three trips, three trips had the whole party leaving
Got barbies screaming leave him, broad day boot get splashed in the evening
Lil jojo, can’t see him he’s bleeding, caught two times imma make it a three ting x2
If I told you things I seen myself, you probably think that I needed help
I was moving mad with my Oyster card, when I carried two guns on TFL
I’m in the bando, with my rambo and trap phone, getting packs sold to increase my wealth
The opps get tarnished again and again, history just repeats itself
Look, I’m risking about ten years every single time that I step in this car
If I put my whole life on snapchat, I’ll probably catch me a terrorist charge
Fuck a label, I’m signed to the roads, but lemme tell you why this life ain’t a joke
Yo, do you know annoying it is to get nicked by the same feds twice in a row?
Do him like fuck it, the shotgun bussin, grip on my man, then dump it
Bare corn buss at the window, shoulda seen the way my opps was jumping
DV got bored at a function, I really don’t know how my man recovered
Hella bros dem always telling me I’m suborn, my opps dem are funny, man hella Chris Tuckers
Told bro that it’s mad he’ll be home soon, right now just pray for the best
Free S, my slime, my flesh, any party we go, we leave it a mess
This bad b’s got back and chest, looking boujee in her heels and dress
[?] like yes, Southside need a ref, pissed lad, if you ain’t got your vest
When we do this drill, don’t head to block, like don’t go there it’s flames
Backroad head straight to the mains, X3, bare space bro switching up lanes
Kushy put his foot on the brakes, bro backed it, tryna splatter mans brain
I’m going insane, I’m running from plain, so don’t get blammed on the main
If you heard that a madness occurred in the ends
It was probably gang that did it
Have you ever tried to stab someone and missed their skin by just a few inches?
First time I loaded the gun, felt wicked, what happened next, I can’t put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car, just ask yourself are you really on drillings
Stepped in the dance with the leng ones watching, clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use, so don’t get your head back split into two
Spot me an opp then I’m off this moped, grown men still get chinged in groups
My [?], they lie in the booth, what can I say when you fuck with them yutes?
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