[Swift] (Hook):
Trap house ??? from Calvin
Blacked out thats my ride out outfit
Used to ride out all childish
Did outings when man was grounded
Used to be out for hours
Four hundred now man get thousands
Bro put so many pipes in pouches
Don't know how much times can't count it

[Aystar]:
If you see me camped out, in a bush holding a mac
Pop out quick then something goes clap
You'll have more slugs stuck in your back
If you see me camped out
I'll be dressed in all black
Might just squeeze tight on that mac
If it hits your hair your shit just go snap crack pop
You'll hear the whackers go off
All my bros are hard they're not soft
They do bits and if they get nicked they ain't saying shit to no plod
We're praying to our gods
That everything goes right
I wanna get back tonight
Now I gotta make shit right
Yeah I gotta make shit right
He needs to get shot for thinking that he's on job
For thinking he's part of the mob
He's not hard he's a nob
We praying to our god
That everything goes right
Lord forgive me but I gotta make shit right
[Liquez]:
Put my life on the line for the gang
Double tap on the shotgun not the gram
I'm a skengman you don't wan it with man
Back then I had two brownings in my hand
I was ??? on man tryna run up on man
I was young and gassed tryna hit any man
Make sure the ballys and the leathers on my hand
Then imma load it up cock it back and let it bang
I do it for my myself and I do it for the gang
You want more, bodies in a bag
???? like I'm lynch put the 16 sawn off shotty in my bag
So my n***as call me mad
I was moving bait so I got myself bagged
Now look at life changed now I nearly got everything I wished I ever had
You're still at it my don just scored a bag
Your not on it you man were never bad
We're still searching them opp boys there I can tell shits really getting sad
If we ain't giving them gun shots then try know we be giving them stabs
N***as be talking bout guns and shaks but na boy you ain't living that

[Swift]:
Bro got shh in ounces
My bro don't smoke at trousers
If that shh too dirty
Clean that, and drowned it
Had to tell bro allow it
Who said bro allowed it
Ten gal in a sexy outfit
She just wanna come round like rounders
Peng girl with the back and titty
Link gat with the mash or flicky
Can't gas man about blickys
Had blickys from man was a picknee
Can't gas man about whizzys
Had ding-dongs from man had Jillys
Touch gang your silly
Got Deepee like Scribz got Dimzy
Got a dot dot on a twizzy
Dem times bro got the mizzy
I ain't got no time I ain't picky but any girl you see with man is pretty
Ring wing who's that Whitney
Or its just a kitty
If I do bling blingy
Mans not hot mans chilly