[Intro]
Diligence
K9, is that you yeah?
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[Verse 1: Starz]
Run over there and slap it
Make man panic, turn man cabbage
Whenever we step in the function
Yes, we're good, 'cah broski brang it
Do it and splash it, on sight faggots
Or we'll double tap it
And 3 got done in a week
Aw man, that shit's so tragic
The 16 boys, I mean 15 boys
All now, they wan' give verbal
The opp thot give me the drop
And that's all from a little bird call
And Dotz got put in my herbal
And the other 1 sang, rehearsals
And if they don't wanna ride for gang
Then I'm dishing out dispersals
Like how you gon' talk 'bout my friends
When you left your friends for dead?
And Jojo was hiding in the corner
Then he got caught again
It's tears that them man shed
And Dino done left his ped
Young Huntz got drenched and bled
And Shadz got filled with lead
And Sams' got bun in his head
I swear, what's wrong with these gems?
And Luke was nearly dead
And RK got bun with his friend
And Psycho got bun in his leg
So they can never drill out their ends
And Psycho got bun in his leg
So they can never drill out their ends
I can drill rap so many batches
SK got bun like matchsticks
And 7 got done in a week
That time was more than a hattrick
And Zombie got a few in his jacket
My homies, we never lacking
We out here, we ultra attacking
Yes, we 'affa pack him
Them man talk about murder
No further, 'cah their friends got K'd
They wanna ride to the ends
Rapid response, there ain't no delay
Them man saw, they wanted to see
But we got their mates
No, we don't hesitate
Them man do it for ImJustBait
[Hook: K1]
We don't call them N22
It's N19, 'cah they're target practice
Get bun like matches
And someone tell Cleveland "Stop all the chatting"
Pop your door, jump out and splash him
Crashing, love swinging that shank with passion
Defend that block like Matić
I'm all out attack, tryna score me a hattrick
We don't call them N22
It's N19, 'cah they're target practice
Get bun like matches
And someone tell Cleveland "Stop all the chatting"
Pop your door, jump out and splash him
Crashing, love swinging that shank with passion
Defend that block like Matić
I'm all out attack, tryna score me a hattrick

[Verse 2: K1]
Do that drill, go back to my mother's
In the 2's, where he got smothered
Them man, they're funny
A bunch of Chris Tuckers
No way can I beat this uckers
Man pop that door
Ran man down, I don't give no fucks
And if you chill with them
You best pray you don't run out of luck
Bro beats his gun like he beating sluts
Back my rambo and tear through guts
Girl ease up, 'cah you're way too nuff'
And I don't really deal with this talking stuff
Throwing up signs in vids
See man's face and he's thinking fuck
Oh shit, oh fuck
'Officer, please tell me what I done'
Now it's back to the wing
Blue plates and plastic forks
For a M, I'll swing my sword
Fuck it, for M, I'll risk it all
Keep putting up cheeky snaps
Like Cameron didn't get bored
It's the truth I talk
2 hands on that mash, when you're beating corn
And I don't really know how the paigons feel
'Cah their skin keeps getting peeled
On the other side, where juice gon' spill
Like on the other side, where shit gets real
On my waist is my stainless steel
And I might use it, if shit gets real
I'm hungry man, I need a meal
And this dotty come long like Shaq O'Neal
[Hook: K1]
We don't call them N22
It's N19, 'cah they're target practice
Get bun like matches
And someone tell Cleveland "Stop all the chatting"
Pop your door, jump out and splash him
Crashing, love swinging that shank with passion
Defend that block like Matić
I'm all out attack, tryna score me a hattrick
We don't call them N22
It's N19, 'cah they're target practice
Get bun like matches
And someone tell Cleveland "Stop all the chatting"
Pop your door, jump out and splash him
Crashing, love swinging that shank with passion
Defend that block like Matić
I'm all out attack, tryna score me a hattrick

[Verse 3: Lil Slipz]
They heard Lil Slipz is about; everyone goes home
On the back of this 3 double O
I bucked CF, I tried get his dome, yo
Catch me a opp, he's ghost
I had Tipsy on his fuckin' toes
And when Dotz got packed, I linked T.Splash
He said he gotta smoke some dro'
Slipz done StickUp in the face
S.Sav done got down Ace
And when Grimz tried step
He got wet, coming like he stepped in rave
Samson got bun in his brain
Charlie got fuckin' shaved
We run Hacks'
Come to my block, if you got suttin' to say
Okay, okay, let's do it like the olden days
Big rusty wap in the back of the ride
And shells will hit your face
I hate yutes that talk on my name on Snap
But don't do drills like they say
Your bro got put in a grave
And you ain't done shit to improve your name
What do I say? Who do I blame?
Free up my guys behind them gates
Your guy got shaved and you ain't rid back
You should be a-fucking-shamed
We went to your block
Thirty minutes later, it's fuckin' taped
What can I say? Life is amaze'
I had to spend a night with bae
Free Little C, that's my fuckin' bro
We used to take trips like everyday
And I banned 'couple man from the block
And they can't come back like Crayz
Red Pitch block; I was touring
Tryna catch me a quick K
And if I catch me a opp, he's fucked
'Cah I'm giving him numerous shaves
[Outro]
Diligence
K9, is that you yeah?