[Hook: Broadday]
Step through First, they all disperse
Jump out cars and go berserk
Swing that strong and tear through shirts
Dig it, twist it, make it hurt
Chop it, cling it, get it gone
Chop him, ching him, get him gone
Active Gxng, we way too on
Get round there, tryna turn man off

[Part 1: Suspect]
14 with a crack pack, that’s school of rock like Jack Black
That's work in ass, no backpack
Bro just dipped up five, no black jack
Four door truck is ram packed
H ready to slap that
Me, SY just itching to scratch that
I'm itching to ride
BA gripping a nine, or .45 cah it's injury time
Every time we lurk round Five, they run like bitches or hide
They don't wanna hold this corn or get bored with a zombie knife
He got bored way more than twicе
I was hoping he would die
Don't care if thе road is closed
We open doors, and we open guys
We open doors and we open fire
Left that block with a smoking nine
I'm Sus, but Aitch when I work the white
But feel like Bond when I got my weapon
Razor, cling, that's bando gadgets
Two in a Q, that's 007
My akhi not Al-Shabaab
They see that kuff and rise his wap
Active Gxng when he got whacked
I gave bro a pat on the back
We both would be Montana
But I'm more like Tony Ohanna
Like AR nine foot mazza
Step round there and show who's badder
Pop them doors, see bare man scatter
I see everyone turn Usain
Get round there, don't care if it's bait
Shh and Gutta done left their mate
And watched from far as he got shaved
Do it back road or mains
Do it back road or mains
Active Gxng do damage
And we put light in cling
Got down Shh and he turned cabbage
That was an amazing ching
OT trips to rake it in
Serve everyone out like Bagel King
.44 long, we make it spin
You don't wanna buck my gang
Zombie-K, no normal shank
Anything Peck, I'll turn it pack
Ching his head and his back
Ching his chest, I'll try attempt
He grabbed my blade and said there's feds
150 pebs, that's a 1000 back in breads
Zombies call for three on three
Bando look like Walking Dead
Pop them doors, they move so quick
I see man run and trip
S put him on the bonnet and the other S got to chopping
There's no way this beef is stopping
No way you see me on road, on jail, and I won't get shit popping
I was stamping heads on the landing
Get man down, I ain't throwing a tantrum
Free Blitz, he love that clashing
Free AR, he love that splashing
Free CK, well known for the action
Was [?], but know I'm back
Riding a lot, so boy don't lack
Driver said: „Where we going?“
I said: „All of the paigon flats“
I'm way to eager to go
Peck or CU, MBO
She'll put all my [?] to dough
But my minds on taking souls
But my minds on scoring goals
But money's still on my mind
And Sus still on his grind
I'm stuck in the trap like mice
Smoking zoots, then smoking pipes
Left the Five with a smoking nine
[Hook: Broadday]
Step through First, they all disperse
Jump out cars and go berserk
Swing that strong and tear through shirts
Dig it, twist it, make it hurt
Chop it, cling it, get it gone
Chop him, ching him, get him gone
Active Gxng, we way to on
Get round there, tryna turn man off
Step through First, they all disperse
Jump out cars and go berserk
Swing that strong and tear through shirts
Dig it, twist it, make it hurt
Chop it, cling it, get it gone
Chop him, ching him, get him gone
Active Gxng, we way too on
Get round there, tryna turn man off