[Intro]
Ayy, I swear Fernz and Renz patterned this

[Verse 1: Oboy]
If I dial up Nicks and he bring that cannon (Now), you know that he's wylin out (Baow)
Shanks get backed, .44's get whacked (Baow), so how you gonna tell us 'bout ridin' out? (How?)
What's with the hype about? N***as pipe down when mine comes out
Shank man's face, do man silly (Brr), I did it with me and my killy
Hop off a 1-2 **** (Normal), I heard suttin' just got splashed in Philly (Ching, ching)
Cuttin' through the Brix' in a new Range Rover (Out 'ere)
Better mind we don't run suttin' over (No)
Sauce in the way, I splashed my man when I backed my sam' from my shoulder (Normal)
Couldn't give a fuck if you're young or older
You still get bun with this brand new tosser
Had the govs callin' Oboy "Drogba" (Real shit) the way I Didier man's head-back
Back that plug, man step back, can't dodge, diss man, wet man's neck-back (Whack it, whack it)
How many man got fist up, beat up? (How many?)
Like I wish I really could wet man (Ching)
Nah, I ain't tryna be like them man (No), never see me with them man (Never)
I heard what you said, fam (Uh?), but a friend of an opp is a dead man (Dead up)
Gunman, gunman (Gunman), how many man have I made run from man? (Dash, they're gone)
Gunman, gunman, how many man have I made run from man? (Dash, they're gone)
Gunman, gunman, how many man have I (Ru-hu)

[Verse 2: SK]
Gotta go morn', man drill it and move
No way, can't pop no K's 'round man unless it's a K for Ku (KuKu)
Flick it, ching it, do no chittins, swimmin', tryna slap man on the news (Baow)
Bad B's wanna fuck with the W-G 'cah she don't like Kilburn yutes (No, no)
Gotta get a drop, so hold this, boo
Bad ones, so we got no manners
We don't trust badders, we grip our daggers (Grip that)
Look, fuck goin' back to the sammy
We just can't ever get bagged for the mazza
Same way, still do drills in public, no T-F-O, tryna tap and buss it (Baow, baow)
Gyal get dick and love it, now, they won't leave me alone, it's buggin'
I just got bagged from a country trip, tryna cook in with nets, that's gaff (OT)
The police are gettin' man mad 'cah they got my bros bakin' in the can (Free the gang)
****-1 got shot in the neck, should dead, instead, it's life support gang (Some dickhead)
No one can get chat on my set 'cah it's not my tug, la basin amm
Fuck goin' back to the landin', govs tellin' me I should stick to rap (Fuck that)
****-1 got his whole head whacked on the cam', and ain't still done shit back (Some dickhead)
Fuck goin' back to the landin', govs tellin' me I should stick to rap (No way)
****-1 got his whole head whacked on the cam' (Baow, baow, baow), and ain't still done shit back