[Intro: DoRoad]
(HARGO Production)
Yo
[Chorus: DoRoad]
Even though we got arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't ever had to think twice 'bout doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these passes
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as fuck
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween when me and PR maskеd up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
[Verse 1: DoRoad]
I'm movin' like Pulla when I'm tryna turn his lights off
Crashed, turn his car to a writе-off
Two drills in a day, what an easy night job
I don't like Don, but I ain't tryna fight don
G.Y. and R6 rise that python and let that python go (Boy)
He got bun and chinged and he ain't done shit, that was time ago (That was time ago)
[Verse 2: PR SAD]
If drillers had license, they wouldn't have provisional
They talk 'bout civils, that shit's just criminal
'019, know the points were critical
Two man short, keep the chat to a minimal
When we step in the field, no need for a biz
Four of us in this ride, first opp, I call dibs
When Reckz got bored, he screamed like a bitch
They already know the saga, he flew with the wind (Phew)
I heard dissin' the dead's bad karma
Yeah, yeah, blah-blah, bored that fucker and his bredrin after
[Verse 3: DoRoad]
When I bun my man, it was nuttin' but laughter, haha
Shot my man right out of the car door
Lucky that the rotty never turnt him Stardawg
I got him from far with a little old sawn-off
I know he thought it was a farmer
[Chorus: DoRoad]
Even though we got arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't ever had to think twice 'bout doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these passes
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as fuck
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween when me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
[Verse 4: PR SAD & DoRoad]
G17, real video vixen, switch it, it really had a big man twitchin'
Just before that, he felt the depth of a kitchen and a flick ting, of course it's fiction (Ayy, don't be silly)
Of course it's non, Z really got kissed with a .44 long
Snypez got it in his face, what a poor little don
If he stood his ground, I would've applauded the don
[Verse 5: PR SAD]
Applaud him, three times when the gang got Plaudem
Insult to injury, his mum was tipsy
He got licked with a belt and was crawlin'
All this talk about soakin' guys, it's only their kins with soakin' eyes
Only mentioned his face, but I soaked him twice
And his bredrin screamed when I stroked his spine
[Verse 6: DoRoad]
They got an innocent, how they claimin' that?
Free GBH, he love wavin' a MAC
Fibs home real soon, back to rackin' the cash
Fix the clams up, akh, put the slate into that
Talk is cheap, I be hatin' the chat
I ain't never had a n***a tryna **** us on attack
I be always on top when I'm wavin' a nank
That's why the n***as never stay, they ran (Gone)
[Chorus: DoRoad]
Even though we got arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't ever had to think twice 'bout doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these passes
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as fuck
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween when me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
