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This ding dong whip ain’t lige’, skid skid, dodge them CID’s
3 piece in the backseat, I ain’t going back jail I’ll pepper them pigs
If you get man Mad like Max, I’ll drill with Bruce, that’s Wayne or Biggs
All my guys top shottas, bro slapped one and he hit two wigs
Rackz I’m wrecky, but I told them n***as already
Stepped in like machete, 18 still doing up cheffy
Went John’s yard to unwrap it but I scrape that bowl at Becky’s
Every point that I rap about, I’ve done myself or a**isted
Young boy OT with a pack out and his mummy thinks he’s gone missing
Thots give drops of course we ching women, are you kidding
Slide thru paigon ends with my kitchen, chinged up one the rest kept it kicking
Sprinting, scared of what they just witnessed

Who’s on who, add K’s on the 1s and 2s
Still step in 3s and 4s with the 5 plus 6 tryna find these kids
Stupid yutes, 2 man with the dots, it’s a 2 plus 2
Same story again, we step, they blew, free my guys from the 10, f**k the 10 plus 2

I heard that the opps turned bad, are you taking the p*ss
These grown men act like kids, I’ll slapped at straw, bro slapped at Trigz
2 in the dots, 6 in the spin, I’m coming equipped when I step with things
Push flick knives all the way in and the teeth in the ramz gon’ tear through skin
Adrenaline rush when I cross that bridge
You can done like Fredo or hop that fence like Ratlin did
Slapped off one and civilians saw
Mystro jumped in his whip, he’s p*ssed, he didn’t want to hold that corn
That day I would’ve caught me a M, I’m vexed, man should’ve stepped with the 4s
But how can they question my badness, 15 and I chinged up 4
And if they wan’ rap ‘bout vios, I can name them a hundred more
Who’s on who, add K’s on the 1s and 2s
Still step in 3s and 4s with the 5 plus 6 tryna find these kids
Stupid yutes, 2 man with the dots, it’s a 2 plus 2
Same story again, we step they blew, free my guys from the 10, f**k the 10 plus 2

Splash fantastic, back with the flow
Eleven boys certi do a boy dirty, more time jam with the toast
Striker on the wing can’t score, but he ain’t got cramps in his toes
Just got a 4 of the raw, put it to side it’s too damp in the bowl
Really been whipping in kitchen, splash man down turnt bad boy victim
Stepped out of court that day, 17 years if sh*t went different
They had me in the Bailey thinking, came out to cream no Bailey’s drinking
Don’t talk about stabbing up yutes, my last case had three victims
Shanked up, roll on my ones, I don’t fist fight, been in the 12 like midnight
See man hide in a bush, see man run, see man get flicked knifed
Most of the opps been touched, some of them snitched and some love switch sides
3YoungZapps, 3Hunch, Digga and Sav all my bros them inside

Who’s on who, add K’s on the 1s and 2s
Still step in 3s and 4s with the 5 plus 6 tryna find these kids
Stupid yutes, 2 man with the dots, it’s a 2 plus 2
Same story again, we step they blew, free my guys from the 10, f**k the 10 plus 2

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