[Intro:]
(Have this or I'll break this!)

[Verse 1: Nola]
Yeah, aye
Pro-Club Loks on deck (aaarrrooo)
All my uso's they full, so hop out the whip that we, who's next? (aye)
Wanna run it back to see if this bitch, pull up like Kyrie, so its nothin, but net
Rap scene gon' buff , now all of these busts tryna act hard, claimin the set
20th shit, so you know we up next, aye (we next)
Don't get me started (nah)
All these boys, just butt off the UK drill and step like James Harden (Ha, ha)
Can I come round like Osama Bin Laden? (aye)
See they ain't never done shit for their team (they never)
If you know about the four
All of my g'z put in work for the 2-0-2-3
I feel like grams for my family tree
Aye, so kickback
My team up next, straight facts
They took too much, knee, Tic-Tac
Wanna run that ball
Them boys break, Kit-Kat
And now they all want features (who?)
First of all go listen to your teachers (aye)
We go ape like Ceasar
That side don't talk, cause their baby like Bieber, uh
[Verse 2: Bad1]
Baby like Bieber
Call me daddy preacher
Banging a bitch and make her drink it like a seizure
Didn't mean to tease ya
With the drill flow, like real slow
You dissin on my name, it really shows (haha)
But, I couldn't give a fuck
Me and my bro's run mucks
So when shit gets real, we forever stand ground
Come fuck with the g and take an L, hands down
Cause we tryna be factual, we don't talk that shit
I'm for really wasn't suppose to do it actual
Do you really want to test us?
I swear to god, on my life, Ima put this shit to rest, bitch
You know me, I don't play (facts)
I don't fuck around with games
If you wanna talk that shit, prepare to get hit
You a bitch, Ima slap you in your lane
Come pull up, Ima show you whats good
2-7-4, Ima ride for the hood
These cunts just talk, but ain't gonna do shit
Don't fuck around or your gonna get flipped
Yeah, come and get tripped
I was raised in the south
Gotta stay dirty or take another route
Buckle that talk, get a bullet to your mouth
Ima do this for myself, give a fuck about the clout
(Kefe)
[Verse 3: Jefrow]
Kickin it back in the 7-4
Its ta puff J's at the backdoor
S to the fuckin A
S to the fuckin A
Tellin my mum that it'll be okay
Trust it, to be okay
Only fifteen, when I moved to the slum
Now I'm Nineteen, it's another day in the slums
Jefrow is the name
Laughin at these punk motherfuckers
Say we all rap the same
Talkin bout makin moves
What moves have you made?
Only moves you made, was no shade
No competition, my sir, gettin no recognition
Ready, murk them
Bust out any weapons, when I step in, everyone know, I'm a mad kid
Gettin naughty, tell my mummy, I'll be home when its sunny
But Im on these streets
Patrolling, Yeah we're rolling, with the group of homies from the 63'z
But now we're 20, sippin henny
Tell Jenny to free my G'z