[Intro]
Aye, chat to them, chat to them
Add a K to the A, get stretched like yoga
Bruskiii Ky
Free the guys, free the Active members
Flying around Feltham, you know we got shit in a headlock
Aye, gang, gang
Free BA, free AR
Aye, free little bro
Free Blitz, you already know
Hahahaha, ahaha
Aye, this is gonna be cold, aye, but listen
Soo-woo

[Verse 1]
They want me dead and the feeling's mutual
Don't catch feelings, we catch bodies
Then it's back to business as usual (That's right)
We took that nine-to-five
That's hammer and nails, gotta drill this manual
Step on the auto, shoot like Daniel Craig
Yevz, that's 007 (That's gang)
Broski's tapped, hе doubled his weapon
I asked him why, said "Doublе the wetting" (Oh yeah)
Lurk for a hour, gotta be patient
Spot me a opp, get duppied in seconds (You know)
Three man step, that's S x3
And it equals death, so keep it steppin'
We the real steppers, steppers
Broadday, Blitz, real kweffers
The whole AGB done wet our wetters
[Verse 2]
Beat our skengs
Them man beat their dead friends girls
I'm glad that I ain't got deadbeat friends
Beef can't end, ive them wounds that a nurse can't mend (That's right)
Saw mum tryna make ends meet
So I hit the bando, tryna make some cheese
Got stuck in the trap like mice
I'm smoking Mizz, they're smoking lighters (Haha)
Is it a'ight if I don't wanna fuck tonight?
Just give me top when I smoke this opp
Don't ask "which one", 'cah bare got dropped
Squeeze got chopped and Reckz got shot
Bro beat shots and the head got knocked off
She wan' play angel, I know she's not
Two-two shots, now her head's on bop
She a throat goat, I give neckshots
She took my soul and I take souls too
Opps and thots, both get backshots (No homo)
Henny got me in a different mood
Been money and beef since I was a yute (That's right)
Now I'm trying to make it out with verses
Tired of putting these pricks in hearses
Action left his friend to get cabbaged
Please don't talk 'bout purgers, purgers
Two wrongs don't make a right
But if I get it wrong, then I can't see right
So gang went there and made him rest in peace
Good news, made man sleep tight
Good yutes nowadays in bad disguise
Streets, still do you know I am the truth?
If you ain't put hands on a paigon yute
Then don't talk drills in the booth
Four-door stop, bare heartbeats drop
Hop out the car like Jack in the box
Remember first time, saw Jack in the pot
See him disappear, come back as a rock
14 with a crack pack, that’s school of rock, no Jack Black (Gang)
That's work in ass, no backpack
Paul just picked up five, no Blackjack
[Verse 3]
In the A, I'm a king like Henry the VIII
Tryna take heads off in Queens
Play your cards right or you might get seen on your J's
And left right there on the scene (On the scene)
Ten man dash and nine did make it
Bro dished corn and your broski ate it
AGB or the 7's
Probably both, 'cah it's all the same thing (Yeah)
And you know we don't fuck with the 6
Say it three times, I don't fuck with Satan (Don't fuck with six)
And when you wan' mention Camden
Leave out the 5, 'cah they're disgraces
Snitches, paigons
Tryna find refuge in a police station (Fucking snitches)
More than 4 got; Mizz got left on the pavement
Free AR out the cages, gang (Free my fucking blooda)

[Verse 3]
Swung two times, but the first one aced it
Bro too tapped, just carried on shaving
We ain't your average paigon
Shit's intense when you're beefing the Aigons
Don't know what drugs he was taking
He got got, now you're on medication (Still on the meds)
Bro got shh and took a vacation
Bro caught shh and took a vacation (Aye)
[Outro]
Free out our fucking n***as, innit
You get man?
AGB shit
You get man?
Fuck all the 5
Fuck the police
Fuck the paigons
Fuck anything P
Bruskiii Ky
You get me
Gang, gang gang gang
Soo-woo, woi woi woi
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