Intro/Hook: YP14
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it?
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest?
They talk that talk on gats
But them boys they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain’t got no diggers
Like spot the difference

Verse 1: YP14
ONEFOUR we still active, we still urchin, (active)
If I ain't there in the field cuz (trap)
Then I guarantee ya, I’m workin’, (trap, trap)

My crew still in the trap, flipping packs, this n that
Heard there’s runners here in my hood
How can they run lad without tax? (what)

And if we’re talking scores (scores)
Hashtag facts (facts)
Like who got robbed at cast (who?)
Try coming down on them trains lad, you’ll get sent
Home on them tracks (don’t run, don’t run)

J Emz took that trip lad with a stiff
Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
How can I call them ops? (ay?)
How can I call them ops? (how can i?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs

No way I can be like them
I got my bros like drake and josh (my brothers)
And all this talk about smoke
How come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got

Verse 2: SPENNY14
Got no hesitation (none)
Ill ride or die for my block (of course)
These critics claim that we faking it
But won't live a day in my socks (no way)
I was on the streets since 15
Tryna force a shiv on these ops
Urchin everyday on them dogs
Like who really wants to get got? (who?)

Can’t affiliate with a friend of an op
That bridge gets burned (burn it)
One of the youngens took that trip
And phoned that line saying kill confirmed (haha)

He was out, four strikes
And on that night, that Villers respect was earned (smitty)
Now he’s doing a stretch for the gang
Can’t wait for the day that he makes a return (free him)

Deacon chef is a ONEFOUR rider
Still tryna make it dip like Tyga (dip dip)
Like who’s that op on the block (who?)
Who can't fight for shit like siper

We them rowdy boys like piper
Got a venomous bite named viper
See me leading the pack like a captain
At the front of the field like a striker (ahh ahh)

Chorus:
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest
They talk that talk on gats
But them boys they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain’t got no diggers
Like spot the difference

My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest
They talk that talk on gats
But them boys they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain’t got no diggers
Like spot the difference

Verse 3: LEKKS14
Run through houses, kick down doors like raptors squad (BOOM)
They just talk about stage ring cameras on
That’s where these actors from
They don’t frontline, they feline, they pussies (haha)
But I just start mine, then rewind and push it (push it, push it, push it)

We violent men, they talk too much
We silence them, quiet them
And plus this blade
Would take his life and minus them
They say this shit disgust them
But I say we fucken love it (love it)

On site we rush them
Time and place and ops
Get got and run it (they run it)
Marching like Russians, spark it, no bluffin’ (none)
Start it, for nothin’
Run run, when you see us coming (ah)

Verse 4: JM
See I still remember (ay)
That day freddy copped that whack (free em)
They took bout 15 boys to court
And all of us got knocked back (yeah)
Yeah back in the days with shanks and shivs
But now we all got that strap
Now I’m hitting that mounty bop on an op as soon as
I clocked that back
Ops they burn when I’m on that track

See I’ve been going OT in the streets
As soon as I got set free
Now my young g’s loose on the roads
They running amok, like assassins creed (ching ching)
They scream “JM lad do something, your boys are a different breed”
Then comes out my nay
Like YP said of course imma back my G’s (of course)

That’s why I don’t listen (ooh)
We took this drill thing serious
Now look, some of the ops gone missin’
Like why do you think our faces are hidden
The gang’s on strict conditions

We come through militant
Whole crew diligent
Ready to back our district
They hate our rude image
They say my crews, british

We pull up like who’s with it?
Load that clip, like grr finish
Been gone for two minutes
No wait lad, stop that car, better hit that gas
We don’t let that slap (brr brr)