[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