[Intro: Kwengface, Digga D & Kay-O]
Ayy
Ayy, Kay, let me get some .32 corn for the SK
(ES, is that you?)
You know the fuckin' vibes
Six straps deep, blow off your fuckin' face
(Likkle Dotz)
Right now, now
Head shots, chest shots,blood splattered everywhere
I don't know about you, but there's no expiry
(Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops)
Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh, fuh, frrrr
So after all this talk, my n***a I'm still grinding
(If we asked, it's not)
Think it's us, but the feds still make enquiries (Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts)
Fully dons
Bap, bap, bap
All this snitching on the net, please stop the typing


[Chorus: Kay-O & Digga D]
Funny how we thе laughin' stock, someone gets slappеd and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (And locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (Boom)
[Verse 1: Digga D]
One got shot in his chest (Bap)
Another got chinged in his chest (Yes)
One of them still got a sibling, but the other one ain't got siblings left (Bluuwuu)
Attempted body from South, got a body from East, got a body in West (Westside), what's left?
Got down a n***a from North of course (Ha-ha-ha-ha), we got the city stressed, What's funny?
Robbed Russ (Yeah), chased Ratlin (Yeah), chinged Jordan, fucked up Buni (Shatai)
Caught the younger one and the older one, and they both got left all bloody
I got music money, my ways ain't changed, just Racks a scummy
The .40 bangs (Bang) and the corn expands
It's called a dumdum, you dummy (Gun shot)

[Verse 2: Kay-O, Digga D & Kwengface]
Par-par-par-par-party done
Before they played, it's like candy, now they're out pourin' Brandy (It's like candy, it's pourin')
Big Boothe and Little Boothe got hit, same SIG, that's a sour family (Bap, bap)
Both got slapped at functions, neck and head, handguns come handy (Bap, bap)
When this mash starts dumpin' (Look), better take cover or turn into athletes (Brr, brr)

[Verse 3: Kwengface]
GB, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Shout out the opps, been put in a box (I'm high)
SA, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Lil CJ, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Loosescrew got chinged in a shop (Woo)
If I see me a Spartan, pass me the knock (Woo, woo)
You can't give CMB (Glah) the drop (Bap)
They're turnin' it up (Bap), turnin' it up (Bap, bap)
[Chorus: Kay-O & Kwengface]
Funny how we the laughin' stock (Woo), someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Grr, grr)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up (Woo) tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot (Glah), so they want us charged and locked (Glah, bap, and locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (I don't know about you, but there's no expiry, Grr, grr, so after all this talk, my n***a I'm still grinding)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' stop tryna clart with the dotts? (Think it's us, but the feds still make enquiries, (Bap, bap), Ayy)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (All this snitching on the net, please stop the typing, (And locked), Grr, grr)

[Verse 4: Kwengface]
Tryna draw man out, tryna get (Allow it) some clout, but you know that we'll take it further (Ayy, ayy)
And no, we don't do up the clout (Nope), man, we'll do up your House
You can go ask Earna (Brr, brr)
Bro's out with the packs and potions
No cell site so he hid that burner (True)
Possession of a firearm (Charge), but true say the feds couldn't find that turner (Glah, bap, bap, bap, my guy)
My ting said the street shit makes me paro (Woo)
If I see me an opp, it's go time (Dip-dip-dip), swingin' my sword like my name's Jack Sparrow (Dip-dip-dip, dip-dip)
I'm an African pirate
My bro got touched, I'm ridin', spin ting spin, let me bruck that python (Woo)
Gyalie on me like my rammy on me, that bitch enticin' (Come here)

[Verse 5: Kay-O & Digga D]
Aim at head tops when we squeeze (Bap, bap)
They got back, gave bro a leg shot
Was a two two dotts so it could've been a BB (That's mean)
He still out here knee deep (Ayy)
.32 holds six, that's light, but the .9 eats way more sweets, it's greedy (Bap, bap)
Paid bread for the skeng and teeth, but man still hand that corn as freebies
[Verse 6: Digga D]
Still get slapped with your mash (Bap)
That line ain't mine, I was quotin' Krash (Bap, boom)
'Cah they dropped Billy, but we slapped (Baow) suttin' from Raphs (Baow)
Last thing that he saw was a flash (Grrt, bah)
Every year (Boom), there's a BBQ there, not this one (Yeah) though, yo, I wonder why (Yeah)
Want another to die? (Bine) Just do it, I dare you (Baow), I'll pull up and spray up (Baow) the 9, grrat

[Chorus: Kay-O & Digga D]
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped (Bah) and the laughin' stops (Bu-bu)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, boom)
They know the gang's charged a lot (Bah), so they want us (Bah) charged and locked (Bah, boom)
Funny how we the laughin' stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (I don't know about you, but there's no expiry, Boom, so after all this talk, my n***a I'm still grinding)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not, it's dead)
Handguns like Glocks, how they still pullin' stop tryna clart with the dotts? (Think it's us, but the feds still make enquiries, Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (All this snitching on the net, please stop the typing, (And locked), Grr, grr)

[Outro: Digga D & Kwengface & Kay-O]
Fucka yuh, suck yuh mada
I don't know about you, but there's no expiry
There's bare bine up in the studio, you know
So after all this talk, my n***a I'm still grinding
(ES, is that you)
(Likkle Dotz)
Think it's us, but the feds still make enquiries
As soon as man step in, I didn't even get a "Hello"
Man just got "Kweng, come", hella hammers
All this snitching on the net, please stop the typing
Can't say London n***as ain't live
Mandem's live
I don't know about you, but there's no expiry
(ES, is that you)
Machines, sub-machines, hammers, we're live
So after all this talk, my n***a I'm still grinding
(Likkle Dotz)
Think it's us, but the feds still make enquiries
Grr
All this snitching on the net, please stop the typing