[Intro]
Brigade
Too boujee
Let it beat like a beat from Gotti

[Verse 1: DA]
Got a big botty, thick shells, we ain’t picked these up from the seaside
Can’t leave a biscuit in the bando, i’ll serve it up when it’s teatime
He ain’t never brought the remote out, hella n***as do the rewind
Bells the size of a flavour pot put your whole block in this 35
He lies he ain’t done a thing he’s a fraud
Riding gets exciting when i do it with Hitz and Crash of course
Gliding again and they’re hiding again i ain’t talking my friends in jail and i’m screaming buss them doors
This shit’s live we ain’t gotta broadcast it phones at home we’re taking tours
Check the scores, it’s in the game, EA
Mans doing up pillion fuck the civilians bare opps shouting out yo it’s DA
Circled his block again it’s on replay, get your candles blown out on your bday
Miss first shot, I gotta retake, pressure get set I ain’t giving no leeway

[Verse 2: Hitman]
Hitman mans aggy
With the dots man get double tappy or press off the handy i’ll grip that gladly
No ID that’s gloves and a bally jump in a waggy and tear up the backstreet
The pole long man bring it, if the shells do land man fillet he gone see red then white man finished
Hear the sirens blazing, but man cut from the scene that’s amazing
On road full clothed with SK, plates on the dinger need changing ASAP we just went out on a rage ting how outrageous man try blast a gauge in his face the boy went freeze up, he got life and then high knees up
Why’d he do man up juicy leaker (wetter) And the driver don’t freeze up, slap it in R quick reverse do it in the X, tyres screaming
‘nother prick we just left bleeding armed response, immediate immediate
We get back round man do that now man do it and mean it

[Verse 3: DA]
Still creep up I don’t think he’s alert
Tear out your spine I want it to hurt
Grip it tight and hold it firm
Smoke it first, bro gladly assists he wants his turn
Man shell at your hatchback see it convert
Free bro put man in the dirt you don’t want this snotty nose to squirt
Grave digger, organ ripper, it’s long when I got the shovel
He’s involved but don’t want no trouble, shank and a shotty, nasty couple
He got juiced and drowned in the puddle
I don’t mean to burst your bubble but think twice when you’re tryna slide through
Corn for you and your olders too

[Verse 4: Hitman]
Armed jakes on gang and they’re looking for clues
They just grabbed one and they’re looking for two
Lil do they know that there’s numerous shoes
So we tie laces ready to play shit
We mean face, ready to erase it and gain new fate it’s nuttin’
As long as the metal gets swung or the ting does blast and we buss case
Roll up don’t grind and rip I tighten clips to fry mans wig
Tinted dings or 2 in the motor, tryna find anyone that slips (loaded clips)
Can’t hear no pings, do it let it rip, pierce mans skin
Chunks get torn and things get messy Forensics won’t get no evi
[Verse 5: DA]
No evi minimal evidence
Any works they mash is irrelevant
I’m on the back with a firearm
That’s me in my element
Shit gets lit, this ain’t no experiment
The jakes think they got intelligence
It ain’t no joke but he’s getting it, get it?

[Verse 6: Hitman]
Look, the risk on the trip gets taken and the risk of the bando’s flaming
But I’m still here baking, why?
The things on my phone impatient if I don’t come they start complaining
And that’s bad for customer rating
But man switch up the spot fuck baking jakes found the spot man left now they raiding (skrrt)