[Video Intro: Y.Rev]
Dun know
Young & Hungry TV innit
Man's in the fucking 'Narm right now you get me
On the way to the video shoot
Big up Stigs, Young Size, Shaq, Tiny Snap, you get me
Banger's all day, you get me
'Narm all day, fuck the rest of them, you get me
Oi get the hood Hungry TV, you get me
Man's in the hood, get me
'Narm all fucking day innit, say nuttin'
Oi get the jakes, fuck them, fuck the jakes
Yeah, say nuttin'
Young & Hungry TV, big big

[Part 1]

[Freestyle Intro: Shaqavelly, Stigs, Tiny Snap]
Young S.I (S.I)
P-Y fucking G
Hold tight all my 'Narm dons (Pecknarm)
Shaqavelly (Shaq)
Young Size
Stigs (Tiny Butch)
And Tiny fucking Snap (Dun know)
Get to know
None of that [?] shit (None of that [?] 'round 'ere)
Get your fucking wig slapped
Bang

[Verse 1: Stigs]
If I get caught slipping, then I get man's *** out
Flip it open, then I bust your ***
Get a gun shotty, leave your skin tanned
Or a knife work, holla at Tiny Snap
You ain't hearing gats cah, you will get your wigged slapped brah
In the dirt, more ghosted than Casper (Yeah)
I'm a cat for (What)
Making my stack large
Putting in work, I be ducking from a Astra
Getting locked up with no bell
Move stealth, chrome bells
Burn and leave your dome melt
Young S.I gone shoot, she make your heart felt (S.I)
When you're in the rave vibesing to Cartel
I know you want chicks and that
So you'll be happy when I make my slag twist your hat
I know that your dons ain't bad
Put in work, and stop stabbing up bums and yats

[Verse 2: Shaqavelly]
Squeezing off blanks in videos, that's some hot guys
Devilish dotty when I'm cutting 'round Block 5 (Block 5, Block 5)
I be squeezing off rapidly, I'd laugh at your don if he ever try and bang at me (Hah, hah, hah)
I show you dickheads what cruddy is (What cruddy is)
Double-barrel shotty at my back, man will duppy him (Bow)
See me 'round my ends, I ain't breezing off (Nah)
Big shotty at my waist fam, I be squeezing off (I be squeezing off)
You say you come to my block and I'm never there (Dickhead)
I'm always on my block, call me atmosphere (Jheez)
Don't stunt on me
Nah, nah, nah pump on me
That's two straps from my waist up, no dungarees (Dungarees)
Get the mattics out, we be toasting him (Dead)
Better know what fucking time it is, when we're rolling in (Rolling in)
Young Size will make the mac rain over him (Brap, brap)
Banger take spirit out of his body, we be ghosting him (Ghost)

[Verse 3: Young Size]
My dons keep it real, no rebore clip (Real)
My dons glide out, no [?] shit (Nah)
Couple dons could be screaming out that [?] shit
When I ride to your block, no bore thru' stick (Never)
I slap it off, at your dons
Watch your whole squad split
.45 I'ma burn these wigs
Slagging when I'm riding
The jackets got the bird on it (Lion)
Your dons roll 'round burnerless (Burnerless)
Likkle knife tip vanish when I burn his chest
Pecky Young Gunners, Young S.I are the 'Narms grinding set (Grinding)
With the lightening Z
'Ave it looking like Bonfire Night, no fireworks
Bare hand tings, Russian knives
Have your dons running holes in their head like their Mag and Skank (Pussy)
Live bells 'round here, man don't fuck with blanks (Nah G, dickhead)
(Young S.I)

[Verse 4: Tiny Snap]
Knife crime, I'ma take it to a different level (Truss)
If I catch that little prick, I'ma give him that metal (Stab him)
Got a blade, with the trey warming up like a kettle (Bang)
And my lightie's looking peng like S and Pepples (Truss)
N***as know that I've got my knife game on (Yeah)
I'm rolling with Tiny Nuttie, n***as know (Tiny Nuttie), that's a cycle don
I've gotta get money, so the beef is long
Rephrase that
I'm a G, so the beef is on
S.I, still leaving pricks in heaven (S.I)
When I'm with S, got the suttin' 247 (Snap)
That's a G right there, with a murder weapon
Violate the ting, you'll get more than peppered (Brap)
I've lost it, so don't look in my eyes (Trust)
I ain't got a boner, but I'ma let it rise (Yeah)
Get clapped with a .44, I duttie survives (Clap)
Yo don't slip, stay on point, that's a word of advice

[Part 2]

[Verse 1: Y.Size, ?, CS]
When I catch this little prick, I'ma gun him down
I had his whole team running 'round town
Like a game around us (Jheez)
No backs, couple shanks, couple [?] 'round us
These n***as on some GAS act rap
Rap hyping ting
I'm on big 4 fizz
All sky and shit
I bet your dons start crying when they see your boys wig
Start flying, your dons talk all this greaze but they're lying (Jheez)
You might me and my don CS certified knifing (Dun know)
Only 16 but I hear a bell and-
Ahh

[Verse 2: Tiny Snap, ?]
Listen, listen (Man needs to go and [?])
Needy, I'ma let it out like sperma (Sperma)
But a 100 degrees (Degrees) on the T so you know it burns (Burns)
Slugs don't keep you straight
Better know it turns
I've got don's from Pecks, and I've got real dons from [?]
I'm like, they don't need to see the stick on me
Cah if I get it out, that's a pitch on me
SN tryna drop the fucking mizz on me
Put it on one, pop him, leave a wig on me (Jheez)
Ah 'low man
Cah
Fuck this (Haha)
You get me, it's nuttin' to us innit
You get me

[Verse 2: Stigs, ?]
Fuck that
Listen
N***as need to fall back
From talking shit
I'ma stab yah, I'mq stab for a bit of lip
Mask on, leathers on (Uh?)
Hood kinda tight
You can get toasted
Get burnt behind
I hear you're rolling through my block these days
I hear you're on my block, I can't see [?] with my blade (Next)
And I get suttin' done, you shoulda slipped, with your blade
And your don, couldn't die
'Cause he had a close shave (Um, trust me)
Until death, every time that the wind blows
Don's came through on my block, shooting at cars
And the [?] go through the window (Pussyhole)
And go get it son
It's like the other side rolling with some pellet guns
[?] (Young S.I)
N***as don't wanna ride
I ain't tryna hide (Hide)
Rolling with my n***a Young Blacks, 'cause he's certified (Young Blacks, Young Blacks)
[?] wanna get left, in the hearse tonight (Haha)

[Verse 3: Tiny Snap]
Listen
I scratch it what I'm tryna give
A big arsed shank's what I'm tryna grip
No ice on the floor but I ain't tryna slip
I'mma make your whole ten like the last name on SN's mizz
If it's beef, I'm responsible for that stabbing
'Cause my shank leave your chest red-
Ah low'-
Fam

[Verse 4: Y.Size]
Take the pumpy out
Dust him down
I'm tryna, get up close so I can off this clown
I have his whole batch running 'round, like kids at playtime
When I bust this pound
N***as moving pussy
Don't wanna buck me now
'Cause they know that the dotty's 'bout
Bust that, it's Rick Ross's style
And n***as hating on me, 'cause they know that I'm mashing out
Peng B, and that smashing brown
Racks just landed, [?] already [?] smash it out
And they don't want the YG's to get pissed off and get the machines out
'Cause it sounds kinda sick when three or four mans, clapping out
I bet these dickheads run before I even back the machine out
Pecknarm all day

[Verse 5: Shaqavelly]
I'm gangbanging, packs slanging
Gat clapping, mac packing
Damn right, I tanned him
You got a problem with my team, I'm [?] dad
Empty out the whole strap, no shaq
Listen
Don't be coming 'round here, with no attitude
Big rambo, I be stabbing you
About bang on me, bang on who, I bang on you
I'm a animal
Get the black bandanna out
Get the banger out
Aim it up, then slap him out
If I'm aiming for his head, I ain't missing it
Big shotty on my waist got me feeling privileged
I jumped on this road ting before [?]
N***as know Shaq from E-N-D
I'm oldschool
But you know who
Six in the Smith & Wess
You can hold two

[Verse 7: CS, Y.Size]
Oi [?] come up for a sec
GG, I [?] know that your mandem are wet like that
[?]
I'm from the blocks where the G's be at
A lot of n***as talk greaze but they ain't greazy akh
Listen
Stunt I'mma squeeze your prat
Or leave your neck leaking, cah I'm greaze like that
N***as say I'm gassed up but I don't give a fuck
N***as used to be greazy but they slipping up
I know some certified G's that'll squeeze the pump
[?]
Ah fucking hell
Oi listen, oi listen
Fuck with Stigs, that's a 'ole in your cardigan
Catch me slipping, there won't be no bargning
Arguing, roll up on you, on an army ting
Right hook, might lean off your jaw
Talking greaze now, you weren't talking greazey before
SN and Reekz come squeezing the .4
I bet the mil you won't be talking greazy no more