[Intro: PS, Charlie Sloth]
Fire in the booth, huh
I was putting fire in a barrel
I can show you 'bout riding
I was going out with the saddle, nah

Ah man, it's got to that all important time of this, so once again
Fire in the booth
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
Credentials are strong and intact
And it's only big facts that I speak
And today we got suttin' for the streets
My guy PS in the building
Hitsquad baby, yeah, you know who it is, all that
You ready bro?
Yeah, come on man, let's get it
You know what time it is when you hear this, right?
Now it's time to rumble

Part 1: beat by @officialbenjibandz

[Intro: PS, Charlie Sloth]
Yeah
Huh, Hitsquad baby
Yeah
Benji, you know this one bangs, innit?
Wooh, let's get 'em bro
[Hook]
Ay, don't bе stupid
Shoot my shot like Cupid
But it ain't come in no DM, GMs
Teeth in the stick, toothpick
Don't bе stupid
Look, look, look

[Verse 1]
Shoot, T-A-P
Ask the opps where their teammates be
Aight, true, some of them got locked
But some of them turned into THC
Me, I'm getting P lately
Baddie, I make her G-A-G
If I back out the G-A-T
Slap, show man about B-A-D
Yeah, I know you know my set
Hitsquad step, you know man galavant, huh
Tell a man 'Guard up', I got my scarf up
I let it blow like Taliban
Look at them, rass
They're all fast
I'll make them know 'bout Ramadan
You won't even know who's man-a-man
Thought it was me, it must've been Jagaban
Still on my block, Jenny
Hitman, you know my block heavy
Big man, you can get shot, shelly
Sip that, I take a shot, Henny
Sick man, and I ain't got medi's
Lick that, I heard he got readies
Yeah, I make it hot, Nelly
Big fat, I heard he got belly
One in the nose, booger
I point my finger, I'm Alan Sugar
You get fired, or you get jook-up
That's if Hitsquad pull up, HSQ
I'm finna do it like Snoop
Thing in a coat with my hood up
Bill up a zoot
And I just fling on a tune
I think the rizla's full up, 2's me
Hitsquad slide, Toosie
Got tints on the ride, bookey
Who's that, what's that, who's he?
Shoot, I'm finna do it like Yukki do
We only fucked one time
I don't know why you act like you knew me, boo
I don't care what they said
All of their friends are dead like Lil Uzi's tune
[Hook]
Stupid, don't be stupid
Shoot my shot like Cupid
But it ain't come in no DM, GM
Teeth in the stick, toothpick
Don't be stupid, stupid, look

[Verse 2]
Fire in the booth, huh
I was putting fire in a barrel
I can show you 'bout riding
I was going out with the saddle, nah
Nah, you ain't getting up
Jump out, wet him up
Should've stepped out with a towel, if
I'm in the C-A-R, no VAR, I done him up foul
Look, brownskin one with a bunda
Mm-mm, fantastic
She got a couple of C cups
Said she wants D cups, said she want plastic, uh
I didn't want no cases
So for the cases, wrap it in plastic, uh
Smash this, slap it in plastic, uh
Wrap one more in elastic, uh
I'm tryna pattern up commas
I'm like an English tutor
And I can vouch for Snoop, bruce
He's a delinquent shooter
I told bro, 'can we bring this hoover?'
Big bang, damn, I got that Sheldon Cooper
Smoking Tooka, I need a Q, I ain't playing no snooker
[Hook]
Stupid, huh
Don't be stupid
Huh, shoot my shot like Cupid
But it ain't come in no DM, GM
Teeth in the stick, toothpick
Don't be stupid, stupid
Yeah

[Interlude: PS, Charlie Sloth]
Come on
PS Hitsquad in the building, woo
I been saying you've been a problem for a minute, bro
Shelling
Been watching you out here mate
Come on, gang
You're 'orrible with it
Come on my g
Not even saying horrible, it's 'orrible
You know it's 'orrible mate
Yeah
We going again, yeah?
Gowarn'
Final lap
Uh
Let's take them to church, bro
Yeah
Mm

Part 2: beat by @kazzaprod

Look, listen
I just got off the phone
It was bro, he on the prison phone
And he ain't a joker, he a villain though
I sit and think, nah g, I sit and smoke
Feeling low, huh
'Cause to see my bro I gotta get a ticket, yo
Imagine how I'm feeling
Imagine how I'm feeling though
They're my flippin' bros
Fucking hell, I miss 'em loads
Why you think I drink all this Hennessey?
And I'm piffing loads
I just got a wap, I got a different pole
I gotta watch my back
I done a lot of crap
I robbed n***as, chopped n***as and I got 'em whacked
If I pull out the strap
Back it, slap, rat-a-tat
I'm in black-on-black, look
I was showing n***as love, they ain't reciprocate
Same n***as I was out with 'til it's flippin' late
Every time I went in and left them prison gates
Did it by myself, I ain't have no help
Free Loose and free lil' bruce
He loose, lil' bro, 13 spilling juice
He got more than his age
I'm going through pain
My heart broke, I just gave his mum a little change
Uh, have you ever been so low?
Blowing smoke, thinking 'bout your next strategy
I'm a felon, I don't know about salary
I'm hungry, I need food, I need calories
Look, I'm a trapper B
And anytime money's low, I'll do a robbery
Fuck it, shit happens g
Ain't nuttin' personal
It's dog eat dog, and you ain't yamming me
Look, I had a dream
I nearly got to the Heaven Gates
But God's real tight, and Shaytaan hug me real tight
And said, 'You already know what Hell feels like'
I woke up and picked up my stainless steel knife
Let me show you real life
My bro's innocent, he got a life sentence
Imagine what that feels like
Nah, that don't feel right
But he just took it on the chin, he the real type
Kept his lips sealed tight, damn
I'm sick of this shit
Sitting in my cell, I can't help but think I'm bigger than this
Well fuck it, I bang up and bill up my spliff
On the wing, makeshift shanks, or lif' up my fists
This is what I signed up for
In the trap, 8 pebs for the night
But the cat still wants one more
2 and a blue in the ride, baby on board
Or, I got a wap on my lap
Make it clap like an encore
I make it clap like a stripper ho'
No cock-back, tap the trigger bro
I put a n***a on his back for my n***a, yo
K2 too tapped, that's my n***a though
That's my n***a, he loyal to the bone
Hitsquad baby, we loyal to the Zone
Even though the streets don't love anyone
I stick to the G-code, yes, every one
Kick back, roll a smelly one
'Cah when it's all said and done
You should know better like, shh-shh-shh
What did you think street life would be like?
Call me Zack, with my co-D, it ain't a sweet life
And ever since knee-height
I been tryna get it out of the mud
Kick back, throw some loud in the skud
Yeah, that's for the pain
Mad thoughts in my brain
Yeah, it pours when it rains
Look, Hitsquad baby, got more in the gates
Free up all of my mates
At least it ain't the morgue or the grave, ah
Alhamdulillah, she tried her best, I give thanks to my marj
Used to hide waps in the park
'Member them times on the opp block
We used to camp in the dark, ah
Just waiting for an opp to go corner shop
Tryna leave their strip curdened off, and shit
I ain't- he ain't involved
'Cah in a year's time, he could be
And he could be the same n***a that cooks me
So I get him down and go light up some cookie
This life in the hood B
Yeah

[Outro: PS, Charlie Sloth]
Come on now
PS Hitsquad in the building
Yeah
I think we just had another moment there, my guy
I been saying for the longest time, you got suttin'
And you stepped up today and showed everyone else why I think that
Y'know what I mean?
Come on gang, what you saying, fire in the booth
Fire in the booth
Yeah, Hitsquad baby
Ay, that was real life, man
Felt like I was watching a movie bro
Come on my guy
Trust me
Had to show them a bit of level, you know?
Like, showing that versatility as well, y'know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah
And that right there
That right there
Is fire in the booth
Mad