[Intro]
Zero

[Verse 1]
Don't fuck around
Make us come around
That .44 gonna gun him down
SB, my familiar
Mafia, my gango
Go Tirana in Lambos
But we brought UK in a van though
Gango, active
Two -man up, me and Basco
Savage, I'll stab man's head til'l their brains turns cabbage
I've been on all of my paigon blocks
I've made man dart from the sound of the 'matic
I ain't on job are you fuckin' mad, who said that?
I stab man's back til' I felt his bones inside and rip that
This verbal attack got Lucii big mad

[Interlude]
Fuck Bluehills, fuck North, fuck Block 6, fuck Catford, fuck LDG, fuck Glendon, fuck all the opps; I hope all of your dead friends rest in piss, come test me

[Verse 2]
They say they're on the block
But they're not
Rock, rock, rock with the dots
I heard my mans doing up drill
Stop, stop, stop, stock your Glock
If my boy got killed, I'd ride
I would not go make no songs
This drill music's washed
All these rappers lie in songs
Don't swing my blade, I'll itch it
And I'm a psychopath, and my Rambo's twin
I just wanna see the punctured skin
I'll stab, stab, mad turn him jinn
I don't know why they made a whole song about man
Are you fucking gay? Get off my dick
No-one cares where the Hills have been
You're bunch of useless fucking kids
None of you got bread
You look like bums
Youre' stuck in the ends, it makes me sick
How have you got the chest to diss Lucii
Are you dumb in your head?
I tour your ends, and I don't see you
In fact, not even your neeky friends
So, how can you say that you're on your block?
You must be hiding and capping
[Outro]
You know I'm gonna kill you one by one
If you slip and I catch you lackin'
AK-47, the bullets will tear you up if I'll slap it
Rurrr, rurrr, sound of the matic
Slip, slip, slip, slip, and die, you prick