[Hook]
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one man's been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one mans been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
[Verse 1]
How much P's I finessed and took? How much more to finesse and take?
Your boy got dropped tryna write in books and the others beef man in the trap what a shame
I see bro bro wettin' him from kway, so I ran over to participate
Man get soaked and drenched with the juice on my blade will not make you dehydrate
Yo it's Latts I talk the truth I'm livin'
14 when the roads got peak, so I stole mother's knife out the kitchen
Now I'm beefing wallys and neeks, get round there to complete my mission
T splashed him way too deep, plus we ran him down from a distance
Talk bout drillin' on us? What the fuck are you bunnin'
I'm with this bait HR with this pistol, and my bros them screaming out "bun him"
Lucky the corn dem missed you or it would've been me who dropped suttin'
Me, Young Huntz amd T so you're all stressed if Dabz is comin'
Bad b want come give uck, but bad b can't get no cuffin'
She slopping me with no teeth, ah man you can tell when I'm cummin'
And I just want jeet then skeet, cause I don't know nothing bout lovin'
And when she's done with me, I tell her bruck her back for my cousin
Now I'm back on the back roads licking shots or drenching tops with my brothers
More than once I lost my voice, shouting at them "stop runnin'"
ZT been making noise, numerous bootings and numerous cuttings
I'm done with all of this verbal, I ain't tryna say no more so say nuttin'
[Hook]
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one man's been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one mans been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
[Verse 2]
Do it in two or threes, or I gotta do it on my lonelies
And if you get drilled in Hacks, and it weren't us it was probably Stokey
Back road lickin' shots, scorin' goals, suttin' like Kobe
Two hands on a mop, I'll rise it up if you touch my bro
I just swung for his chest, oh fuck
He looked in my eyes with fright, and he knew that he run out of luck
Gang do drills, man get cheffed or corn get beat like sluts
I cover my face, it's bait, cause them man sing like top of the pops
Circled you whole estate, ran man down, bro's lettin' it off
I'm not in to the talking stuff, got live corn no banter
Them boy ain't a fan of problems, or smoke, let alone cancer
Do him up with his baby mum, bro couldn't give a toss about Atlanta
[Hook]
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one man's been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
What do you mean that we lie on tracks? It's truth I'm tellin'
Your main one's been touched, that's facts
And even one mans been deaded
How many mans been shot and splashed? How dare you talk about cheffings
Swing dem shanks, swing dem shanks
My knifework send him up heaven
