[Intro]
(Chaval got the sauce)

[Chorus]
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips

[Verse 1]
You ain't part of the team if you ain't stitch lipped
Burning rubber, Kwik Fit, give a cat a quick fix
Welcome to my block, bare demon kids and misfits
All my trappers in the T whipping up them biscuits
Young white boys running 'round like Barney Rubble
Up and down every day, tryna make the Charlie double
In and out, 'round and 'round, all we do is shot and juggle
Cutting bare shapes, but we ain't tryna make the party bubble
When we come to your block, we trap and we regulate
We've licked stones in every ends, let me just set it straight
Boxes get smacked in, you can call it heavyweight
Youngers doing laps of the city in a renny plate
Had to slap a yout up and tell him, "Fix up"
South Manny's not nice when it comes to mix up
Don't run your lips if you ain't tryna get your shit bust
Block work like Tetris, tryna get these bricks up
[Chorus]
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips

[Verse 2]
Spun it on him in the Golf, he got his watch took
Done it in the R, bare power like a Dodge truck
Catch us in them hypos, these ain't coming with a logbook
Knock a door run if Rem B makes the dot bruck
This is C Block, we love to get racks in
Youngers doing agg burgs, we just get the packs in
Don't be surprised if your patio gets smashed in
Really active for them bands, a lot of guys are acting
Power Afghan, B, we call it chip choc'
Mashing peas every day like we're in the fish shop
Rock bands, rock bands, this ain't no Slipknot
Shifting 'round the clock, twenty fours, no pitstop
Fresh brick from Peru, that's a coke slate
Stop chatting shit, mate, you ain't ever sold weight
Clean white and bicarb, you can call it Colgate
My beats go wom-wom like it's repping Holdgate
[Chorus]
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips
All them night shifts tryna get these pies flipped
Putting on for the team, tryna get my guys rich
Had to cut Donny off, ain't fucking with a dry snitch
All my dogs in the field and we got them tight lips