[Verse 1: Bgody]
Welcome to Pecks
SWay to Lettsom
Free Rugrat he's a legend
Kwiff him, kweff him
Rise that Wesson
Burgess Park where I test 'em
How many shots got beat broad day?
Used to phone up the cats like I'm on all day
And they phone me back okay
And I need a four on one by the YB cage

[Verse 2: Gully]
Respect mans tings its Peckham
They already that my heart's in Peckham
Violations can't slide I'll get 'em
Lean and I rise this weapon
Still scheme on them guys I'll gеt 'em
Seen that look in my eye hе's jetting
We were them kids outside that were meddling
Now we're them kids outside on a next ting

[Verse 3: Bgody]
Round here we don't kick it to the left
Gave that green light two man got bored now they drip like Gunna and VBV
Or me, fucking neeks
I rep Pecknarm I'm a fucking g
I'll hold a rapper for ransom b
Now there's not jail they're fearing me
Now there's not jail they're fearing me
[Verse 4: Gully]
This corn made a big man twirl
And my ying ying made a young man curl
My ying ying made him scream like girl
If I ying ying then it's my mans worl'
Stop, suttin just got clocked
That ying was unorthodox now I just wet man down now he needs a doc'
Don't get popped while you're walking shops

[Chorus: Bgody & Gully]
Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some people, some n***as that's grown
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some n***as that's grown

[Verse 3: Gully]
I feel to hit this still
Or I might sit and assist this drill
Listen, I gotta pick this steel, if he don't hear then the yute must feel
Feel, if man hear the opps are there
I'll leave here and I'll find out where
They think that the gang's gone clear
Please don't think that that the gang won't hear
[Verse 4: Bgody]
Imma burst these shots when I try bun
Made the lightie cut, where my wap at?
And you're talking stop, fam this ain't no game, get your wap on lock, better grease that up
Drippiest kid on my block still step with the smoke just give me the drop
And I'm still giving no fucks, don't see 'em outside so I go to their mums

[Verse 5: Gully]
You don't wanna hear this sound (brrr)
Pull up, yo, yo, keep my hood up
From long time man the beef's got cook up
I don't wanna hear man talk 'bout shoulda
Uh, uh or woulda
Corn come fat like Buddha
Bro's in the wokhouse sitting in Juma

[Verse 6: Bgody]
I'll milly rock on that block I came with my drum we can pop and lock
If there's any rust on my gun I'll WD-40 or grease that up
Two man, two bikes, two waps, six shots
Free my guy that's Shockz
Couldn't give my man six shots had the Russian one call it Makarov

[Chorus: Bgody & Gully]
Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some n***as that's grown
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some n***as that's grown
Bro let it beat like
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll do it all on my own
Bro let it beat like Dre
I got some beef with some n***as that's grown
Bro let it beat like Dre
I got some beef with some n***as that's grown