[Intro: S]
ACG
Do the maths
We separate the boys from the men
Dilligence
Why you think the journalists writing out papers?
Why do you think Trident working overtime
Hmm?
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This ain't a fairytale, this is real life
Bodies dropping like flies
Free H, the Grim Reaper
You are now locked into Pacman TV
[Verse 1: Double M]
Get busy with Bankz
I'm on the opp block, tryna cheff your G
And this rambs ain't little like Tecca
I'll show man tekkerz and leave him leaked
You don't wanna hear big bang, no Leonard
I'll slap that corn and do it for free
He got done by the ACG's
All now he done anything but speak
[Verse 2: K6ix]
Behind Bars, no link up
Basic riding, I didn't get a TV
I'm still dodging the CID's
They want me in cuffs like a horny freak
Double M on the left, Bankz on the right
You know that's a dangerous trio
He didn't want to run from the Clio
Ended up stuck like a car with no wheel
[Verse 3: Bankz]
I'm trying to score goals like Harry
In the back seat filling up this cane
In the ride, that's gloves and bally
If I swing this sam' best get out the way
Feds just slapped their line
Told K6ix "Drive off now on a speed chase"
They don't wanna get shot like CJ
How many dingers have been copped off eBay?
[Verse 4: Double M]
Why's he throwing up 7's in pictures?
I swear 90 backed that wap in the Green
They said they was visiting sisters
How can I rate these neeks?
Deny their batch, but all of it's hidden
Jump out of the car or speedin'
Everyone screaming "Yo, it's the 6ixers"
Everyone screaming "Yo, it's the 6ixers"
[Verse 5: K6ix]
Tommy keeps ringing my line
So I slide to the hill to build me figures
We don't pack that dinger with n***as
One or two guys and a brand new spinner
Free Rambzi, a well known chinger
The feds were too inner
When they bagged him for murder
I got white and Bobby, no Shmurda
Whips are German, can't question my taste
Tryna bring more food to the table
The jakes on my back for an extra case
I try slap that thing without gloves
I swear on my life that was the biggest mistake
[Verse 6: Bankz]
Bro just ran out of sweets
We need more teeth, so I phone up the dentist
Got white and B, whatever you need
I'm your local chemist
I can tell you about late night trips
Morning skids, tryna eat it for breakfast
I can tell you about dirty weapons
If I get grabbed, that's a hefty sentence
I ain't tryna hit the landing
'Cause all it is, is breakfast and coley
Corey froze that day
So, he got his brains blown out like a bogey
Them boy wanna scream "Northside", scream "Northside"
Get a hole in your Stoney
It's a tinted whip, sawn off stick
Guarantee that the engine smokey
[Verse 7: Double M]
You don't wanna get caught and cabbaged
Hate when I catch them and they vanish
When we rise opp block, don't plan it
Bring the arms out, rise up and tan it
And shh got spotted again, we got him again
Bet he was like, "Damn it"
Don't get caught up in a madness
Slap mans head, tryna leave it dangling
[Verse 8: K6ix]
I remember them days in a blacked out Corsa
Or was it a blacked out Seat?
Jump out the car, we ain't aiming for kneecaps
How many opps been buried beneath us?
You can get done like I done that reject
For saying you're involved
On the backroad moving low
Sammy on me, n***as don't approach
[Verse 9: Bankz]
Put seven in the woosh, then slide to the Ga7a
Same way the weapon got pushed in
Woosh, I bet he wished he ran faster
Same way Ishmael dodged all them bells
Bro said that he's way too marga
And the yute lived a brilliant life
Till the dots got rised and we closed that saga
Black blade gonna rip through your skin
This 22 inch gonna tear up your parka
His head got chinged, giving out free trims
But we ain't no barber
We'll change your fade, got unlimited blades
You can call me the archer
I can tell you about Sunday lurks
Get caught at the church
Get chinged with your pastor
And if I ain't got the ting on my hip
Man I punch up the kid like an angry father
The bells get stuffed, the shotgun erupts
Can't you feel this lava?
And I hate when they jump the fence
Now I gotta pick which one I go after
Which one I go after
{Outro}
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