[Intro: Dama]
Ayo, Trinz
Urban  Kulture Sound
Badder  than enough man
Zero Tolerance

[Chorus: Kfrmda3s & Dama]
It's long when we talk on tracks
Let's  state facts‚ we get kills (Kill them yutes)
Delz  got packed
All now they ain't seen no drills (No drills)
Sweet  one wanna hold this steel
Wanna hold this wap‚ damn‚ she real (Bu)
Two man already turned pack
But they never come back, lovely drill (I love it)
Serving  this beef like Maccy D's (Bubush)
We dropped two and a third or might be a kwenging gradually (Gradually)
Lurk tryna fill 'em with smoke
Swing my arm, cause a tragedy (Ching)
They ain't done no drills‚ but they talk on tracks
They can't chat for me (Chatty, chatty)
Them man running like athletes (Dickheads)

[Verse 1: Kfrmda3s]
Pedal bike mode, no phone‚ we lurky (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
We tired late night, that's us (Us, us, us)
Drops come certi, two man drop, couldn't lie 'bout much (Don't lie, much)
Swing that shank on the mains, turn curly (Ay, swing it)
No chat when your boss got touched (No chat)
OT gonna fly them early (Ay, ay)
Don't smoke percy, dish that grub (Dish, dish)
Burst that party, drill with my chargie
Fuck with the 4's, gonna swing or chop (Ching, ching)
OT still beefing the Malis
Trap round here, gonna turn that off (Get turned off)
Me and bro got sweets, no Smarties
Take L's hardly, we tape blocks (Get taped)
More time just swing for the hearty (Ching)
Make the bad B go hold this mop (Ay, hold this stick)
I'm tryna pack man, no TV, really
I heard the opp boys want be me
Slap corn at your back or beanie
Don't ride back, 'cah them boy too neeky (Don't ride)
Throw O's in the pit, that's cheeky
Shine got packed, let me hide those VV's (Hide that shank, mad)
Young boy wanna ride with man (Ay)
Rise and tan in the ride, no Kiki (Ay, ay, skrr, skrr)
[Chorus: Kfrmda3s & Dama]
It's long when we talk on tracks
Let's state facts, we get kills (Kill them yutes)
Delz got packed
All now they ain't seen no drills (No drills)
Sweet one wanna hold this steel
Wanna hold this wap, damn, she real (Bubu)
Two man already turned pack
But they never come back, lovely drill (I love it)
Serving this beef like Maccy D's (Bubush)
We dropped two and a third or might be a kwenging gradually (Gradually)
Lurk tryna fill 'em with smoke
Swing my arm, cause a tragedy (Ching)
They ain't done no drills, but they talk on tracks
They can't chat for me (How?)
Them man all running like athletes (Run, run, dickheads)

[Verse 2: Dama]
I'm a horrible yute on horrible stuff
Still step with a horrible bunch (Still step)
Lurk midday, lurk broad day tryna fish me some lunch (Ching, ching, I'm hungry)
The scoreboards one-sided, looking all ments, the other side got the hump (Hah)
DA too gassed, too active
Kweng, kweng, or I'll chestshot punks (Bubush)
What you know 'bout jail house bang up?
Shouting the gov', like, "Did I get post?"
And I'm gassed if I'm hearing a yes
But true say I'm stressed if I'm hearing a no (Ay, ay, ay)
I was in my cell with losses rest, I'm starving with no canteen (No canteen)
I was in my cell with losses rest, I'm starving with no canteen
[Verse 3: JTrizzy]
On the opp block with this bad B happy, call her baby like Maggie (Maggie)
My gang's on shit like nappies, tappy
Call us the Addam's family (True)
Man, spot that yute from the passy
Get it done quick in the sun like Capri (Splash)
These yutes try pull up at Mac D's
Lil M dropped, 'cause my arm got slappy (Bubu)
My mum hates it 'cah I'm aggy, aggy
See me switch up, no tranny (Switch it up)
Boys think that I'm dumping cabbies
The way that I hop out of the cab on patties (Ching, ching)
All of my broski's trappy
Zush gets rid of the white like Gabby (Get rid of it)
I know that I said "No blem"
You can get smoked in your hood, no baccy (Get smoked)
Get turned to a zoot that's cali, cali
I don't smoke though, 'cah I'm anti (No way)
Get turned to a pack, no paki
Not racist though, free up my akhis (Free them)
Got love for my bro, my family
No hero, just a bunch of baddies (Baddies)
KB coulda turnt to a pack
Real shame though, he was too fat for the baggies (Too fat)

[Outro: Kfrmda3s]
It's long when we talk on tracks
Ayo, Trinz
Let's state facts, we get kills
Dellz got packed
All now they ain't seen no drills
Sweet one wanna hold this steel
Wanna hold this wap, damn she real
Two man already turnt pack
But they never come back, lovely drill