[Intro: Workrate]
Free all my brothers
N***as know, L's down, ah (Forever)
Boom

[Chorus: Workrate, AbzSav]
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex

[Verse 1: Workrate, AbzSav]
How many opps left red like fructose?
So my broski, don't act stupid
Double digits on my blade
The whole West London know I'm a nuisance
Six side, really live this, do this
So I bake off with my RC booters
I do drills then I ask them "Who did?"
They know it's me but I still act clueless
Tryna rip man's tee, no Hogan
I'm sittin' in the ride, no need for a token
Bare man don't get to the riding, sliding
But on the net, they do all the quoting
Back the ramsey, get straight to the boring
Or I'll light man up with this burner
No buzzing, hop off the one-twos
With the nine, tryna show man somethin'
[Chorus: Workrate, AbzSav]
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex

[Verse 2: Workrate, AbzSav]
How many opps got fried like gourmet?
Breezo got well done like sauté
Or he got bored with elegance, salt bae
All you need's one on the T like North Face
And way more but fuck all the talking
Dash on the opps, come way too salty (Haha)
And way more but fuck all the talking
Dash on the opps, come way too salty
Back it, slap it, tap it
The dot dot's for the crowd control
Same way I fell in love with Mindy
Is the same way I fell in love with the pole
Yo, six in the ting and a nank on my waist
Let's go, let's go, boy better know
Boy better know, if I back this smoke
Corn get slapped, I'll burn my clothes
[Chorus: Workrate, AbzSav]
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex
I cocked that .30, I thought it was them (Who's that?)
I got that drop in on thirty, I made it back by quarter-to-ten
Six in the wap, that's a nine double M
Get round two's in a pagan's ends
Tryna turn man off with a loaded skeng
Brown one, she leng, she want deepthroat and sex