[Phonecall: LP & LooseScrew]
I repeat, LP
You know who the fuck it
Free the fucking guys
Kartel shit, some M17
Spill the fucking n***as
M17 (M17), smoke, mhm
You know what's going on, man
(Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Mayski, Kwizzy & Screwloose]
Real bad boy from the London flats, facts (Smoke)
Circulate the whole map (Mmm, ayy)
Get that drop, we pullin' up (Gang)
Scary sight when gangs in the car (Ayy, car)
M17, Kartel (Smoke)
On the opp block, raisin' hell (M17, brrr)
Got the wap, got the shells
Don't lack with your girl (Don't lack)

{Verse 1: Screwloose}
In that German on John Ruskin (Skrr, mmm)
And that car's filled up with Russians (Gang)
See the opps and man's dumpin'
Tryna leave corn in that dumb prick (Ayy, bow)
Talk about "Twix"
But gang flew to your block with two sticks (M17)
Shots fired, that's a target hit (Bow)
Then we circulate back to the strip (Ayy)
And I'm hearin' that my screws got tightened? (Tightened)
Suttin' 'bout "Wrong place, wrong timin'" (Mmm, chattin')
Someone tell me why Tookie keeps lyin'?
Of course, we dance
Gyal fell in love with the Moscow March (Ayy, skrr, skrr)
And feds want me on the wing like RVP
I do the Frog Splash like I'm RV (Gang)
That's Rob Van Dam
Might take a bad bitch and fly her out to 'Dam
And I'm a Moscow veteran (Mmm, veteran)
Any opp dat I see, man's wettin' him (Ayy)
Man's up, my middles stay gettin' it
Don't want to hear stories, bring my percentage
G4 boys, local scammer, I'm a scammer
Who's dat opp? Get the dagger
Oh shit, I meant the hammer, uh (M17)
Man's not hot, Michael Dapaah
Get 'round there, load dis wapper (Smoke)
Back the wap and watch them scatter
{Verse 2: Kwizzy}
I'm on the opp block, just lookin' for targets (MM, where you at?)
Caught Big Mosh right next to the market
Beefin' kids and old school pastors (Ayy)
Probably why I got fucked up karmas (Ayy)
This shotgun straight from the farmers (M17)
Blood gon' spill like pints of lager (Bap)
Skully got shot, needs more than a plaster (Ayy)
Abz is dead, think he needs a charger (Mmm)
These opps keep gettin' me mad (Mad)
Them man get wrapped in the can (Mmm)
If it weren't Ish, Jloud, it was Rampz (Ayy, gang)
Snoopy got wrapped in the can (Can)
I guess he couldn't back that chat (Dickhead)
Their whole gang just full up of liars (Ayy)
They don't want no smoke
Since they lost their boss, they retired (Haha)
I was in jail, no one cared 'bout me
Now I'm on road, I don't care 'bout you (Buggin')
It's Wizz, May, Screw
Three rambos, that's loads of juice (Ayy, splash)
This bad B gettin' confused
She thinks that I'm Moscow 'cah I'm with Loose (M17, Kartel)
Bun anythin' that's 2
Same way I bun my zoot (Smoke)
We ride, they hide
Don't let the music get you confused (Trust me)
Dem man do it for the views and I'm tryna put auntie's son on the news (News)
{Verse 3: Mayski}
Let me start like this (Let's go)
Most of the opps been whacked or splashed (Ayy)
Lucky that GB, Latz ain't out there smokin' that Abdi pack (Dead boy)
Nothin' ain't changed, still creep where you hang, chest-shot gang
Shouts Dice, TB and Abz (Mhm)
Real bad boy from da London flats
Circumnavigate then go back (Ayy)
She brown and cute, covered in Mac (Ayy)
She holds my blicky, nuttin' 'but love
Tarnish man for movin' all dumb, run
Barbie screamin' out "gun"
Nothin' ain't changed, we pull up, they run (Skrrt)
Kweng got whacked, shouldn't have lacked
Throwin' up hand signs, she's so fine, mine
Hold it down 'til I die, ride
Ballied up to my eyes, slide
Tell them boy come outside
Free Jetli, my broski, my slime (Free 'im up)
When we lurk, we don't see them guys
Young Gs cattin' all of these times
So they go county most of the time
Man want talk 'bout bootings, shootings
How many times have I run down Snoop? (Brrr)
Lean out the ride like Boyz n the Hood (Smoke)
King on your block, I'ma take that crown
Still lurk 'round where Abz got found (Dead boy)
Still lurk 'round where Abz got found (Gang)
[Chorus: Mayski, Kwizzy & Screwloose]
Real bad boy from the London flats, facts (Smoke)
Circulate the whole map (Mmm, ayy)
Get that drop, we pullin' up (Gang)
Scary sight when gangs in the car (Car)
M17, Kartel (Smoke)
I love Chris Rich
On the opp block, raisin' hell (M17, brrr)
Got the wap, got the shells
Don't lack with your girl (Don't lack)