[Verse 1 (Zion2011)]
N- N- No trap flat, we got one house
We kick back with no big sound
Fuck a brawl clean one outs
Don't call the cops I got one ounce, (shhhh)
Stashed in my dax, behind the flats
It's where we sell to the junks and that
It's not MD cause we don't cap bats to the head
Sack cause that's a rap
It's not a sauna, but it's redhot
My team got big pumps like dead shot, (pop, pop, pop)
Underage like that Red Shop
But they get got with no leg shot, (ching!)
Punch on no WWE
We got hits on the ground like UFC
Ding dong shit no OFB
When we see money we don't drop for a green
We don't do shit like kiss shoes
But we snatch food and cut tattoos
Only if you said wrong postcodes
You're not from these ends so don't post those
Think about it then ink up
Like Lisi bra we just fist up
There's some cunts so bitch up
So call the boys let's link up
Jump on the road, on you're toes
You're too scared don't try approach
Don't talk about guns don't talk about smoke
When we hear the word we all run up and go
Too scared with no big group
Punch on with no big shoes
Reup bra, he's got no food
I'm not home sicker but I need big booze
Drink it up at a park cuz
Smooth boy let's get rough
Don't start a hit, don't start a shove
Slap it on me it's all love
[Chorus (Zion2011)]
Unless you're an opp you don't side with me
If you're a cop you ain't finding me (finding me)
Run cuz it's the sirens g
I run for, I don't run for free
Unless you're an opp you don't side with me
If you're a cop you ain't finding me (finding me)
Run cuz it's the sirens g
I run for, I don't run for free
[Verse 2 (Setti)]
Come in my hood with shanks and clothes
Come see me when the opps come close
That 05 be puttin' in work
Ching them down cause they act like nerds, (ching)
I run em down with my sliders
Jump out the bus with the gliders
Come play COD g, what is your rank
3 deep on a opp let me see that shank, (pow!)
Around my block it gets hectic
Cause you get cheffed or hit with a leg trick
My boys back Samurai swords
You pussios 'bout to get bored
Fuck your side have you cunts running
I made you lot like athletes
Jump out gang leave you in a spliff, (He's dashing!)
Shove my yank in take his organs out
I'll carve 05 in his back
Chuck his body on a fucking rack
Jump 'em gronks that are all deceased
Leave him dead on concrete
Giving me no verbals yeah
Just virgules like off white
They call me the red demon with white semen aimin' at a side
Jump out gang jump out crew
Stay steady I'm coming for you
Got no love for the opps they all get put in a box
Got no love for the opps they all get put in a box
[Verse 3 (Mazzews)]
As it turned out as an eviction
The court jurisdiction there's so much friction
When the coppas catch us and they take us to prison
They know that these boys ain't listen
When the gang pops off and the lanes fuck off
You can call it a fucking mission
When the coppas catch us
We just leave 'em in the dust so we don't get convicted
Here listen yeah we never miss and kiss and
Never seen this and, hit them
Run away never get done and make fun off them aye
Talk fiction, when we get conviction
Do a couple months, see it's nothing when it comes to this and
Never get done when we make fun
Never get done when we make fun aye
[Chorus (Zion2011)]
Unless you're an opp you don't side with me
If you're a cop you ain't finding me (finding me)
Run cuz it's the sirens g
I run for, I don't run for free
Unless you're an opp you don't side with me
If you're a cop you ain't finding me (finding me)
Run cuz it's the sirens g
I run for, I don't run for free
