[Intro]
SJ
The pressure's applied on blocks
And they don't ride back, oh god, I'm fed up
SJ, gotta keep your head up
I roll with guns and a stolen Vectra
I ain't playing no games like checkers
I do it with tekkers, they run with terror
And how them man talk 'bout pepper?
Anything they got, we got b—

[Verse 1]
Hand-ting bark, rah
Do it in day, 'cah they hide in dark
JM aimed for the heart
And if I had mine, I would have chinged his clart, rah
Bro just bunned mans rass
Just caught up behind, had the dotts on charge
Everyone knows it's us who drill
Pedal bike, peds or cars
I'm tryna move low but I'm bait
Bros foot's on the gas, all hе knows is speeding
Serious splashing— intriguing
Dump off corn, get crashed for thе speaking
Free Slim, man pray that he bust
Missed days on the wing, me, you and some demons
It weren't fist fighting when we see 'em
Fuck a greeting, swing plugs at their beanies
Way before shhh got chinged and chopped
Don't forget that shhh got shot
Way before shhh started talking 'bout burners
I filled the xabad on tops
Xabad's on lock
I thought it was them, told JM stop
Xabad's on thots, won't stop this aim 'til I get that drop
That's opp block tripping
Squashed in Civic's, had the hand-ting on blast
Dot-dott's, spin-tings on blast
It was aim on fleek so we hit from far, rah
Who's that one there? boujee
Couple groupies, don't stop this car
Rah, they had me on the wing like Sterling
Stressed, cats wouldn't beat that charge
[Chorus]
The pressure's applied on blocks
And they don't ride back, oh god, I'm fed up
SJ, gotta keep your head up
I roll with guns and a stolen Vectra
I ain't playing no games like checkers
I do it with tekkers, they run with terror
And how them man talk 'bout pepper?
Anything they got, we got better
The pressure's applied on blocks
And they don't ride back, oh god, I'm fed up
SJ, gotta keep your head up
I roll with guns and a stolen Vectra
I ain't playing no games like checkers
I do it with tekkers, they run with terror
And how them man talk 'bout pepper?
Anything they got, we got better

[Verse 2]
Shoot, shave
They call man "Splash Man Bait"
We ride to the 9, don't see no one
I don't know about 'Out Till Late'
Opps, wait, we do that drill and don't leave no trace
That's countless stretchers, and three of their man got K'd
Bro, are you gripping?
Let's drill and try turn man spinach
Which opp block are you thinking?
JM splash man down with a kitchen
Bro does whippings, no deals
Straight 1.5 for the bisheads
It's real, when we're riding
So much blood, would've thought we was crippin'
F got cheffed, Ramz got bun
I dunno how them man feel
I dunno about them man still, how 'lie on tracks?
Let's keep it real
Arm extends, blasting skengs
Flick's in my hand, I'ma show man skill
I don't want AM, I'm tryna go for the kill
Astaghfirullah, what a dirty drilling
Kill him, back to the ends and bill it
Boom it, mad how my ear bell's ringing
Move it, I don't wanna ride no pigeon
Cruising 4x4, and we did it
Splash man bait on the mains
If somebody tells, I'm napping that witness
Beef intense, come bring it
Broski bait, got countless victims
Whip it, fuck straight drop, man mix it
Could tell bad B wants dickin'
I just want nod, gyal pull up your knickers
This ting gets beat, no sex
Before there was opps, but now they're all missing
Riding, Transit van, don't slide in
.38 spins, that's Jigga J's gripping
[Chorus]
The pressure's applied on blocks
And they don't ride back, oh god, I'm fed up
SJ, gotta keep your head up
I roll with guns and a stolen Vectra
I ain't playing no games like checkers
I do it with tekkers, they run with terror
And how them man talk 'bout pepper?
Anything they got, we got better