[Intro: J Hus & CB]
(Come gamble your life, I dare you, pussy)
(Where's my cash-grabbers and Gaza Woody?)
(Even though boy got got, still trappin' )
(Tryna put skengs on the block)

[Chorus: CB]
Still woody (Woodgrange), yeah, we still drillin' on the opps, still active (still do)
Yeah, we still creep with the dots, keep chattin' (stop chattin')
Even though boy got shot, still trappin' (still do)
Tryna put skengs on the block
Still woody (Woodgrange), yeah, we still drillin' on the opps, still active (still do)
Yeah, we still creep with the dots, keep chattin' (stop chattin')
Even though boy got shot, still trappin' (still do)
Tryna put skengs on the block

[Verse: CB]
When I see that punk, I ain't talkin', no discussions
Let me see him, I'ma bun him, Wood Gaza from a youngin (Gaza)
7th to the world, give a opp boy hell
I ain't usin' my fists, man'll fill him up with shells (baow)
Fill it to the brim, yeah, the clip gеts stuffed (fill it up)
Then we lurk on thе [?] and watch a bag of pussies run
Better yet, I'm lying 'cause them n***as ain't there
Them pussies keep hidin', got them n***as all scared (where they at?)
See me on your block, n***a, best do a U-ey, best spin 'round (best kick out)
'Cause you don't wanna see the spinner just spit out (no, you don't)
From the 7th section (Gaza), where it's most violent
Been known to the Trident 'cause the beef's been fryin' (on sight)
If you touch bro, I swear down, that's homicide
Put it on my mother's life, man is lettin' something fry (uh, mother's)
And for my dogs, swear I'll get him down
No mash? Then man'll get them wetters out (dip, dip, dip, dip)
Like I swear down we been there and done that
Swear that don got smoked and still they ain't come back ([?])
Step on the Gaza, that's corn, you best run, fam
Got the .38 and we went and bought the bruckback (got the bruckback)
Talkin' spinners, yeah, I beat a couple (done that)
Made them n***as run, I swear they ain't on fuck all (bunch of patties)
Two bells in the dots, that's you holdin' double (bu-bush)
Got smoke for the opps, I'm a load of trouble
You don't wanna see me hangin' out the ride (no, you don't)
What I got in the ride's minimum five
Roll up, bally on my face
No face, no case, I'ma put him in the grave (R.I.P)
Since your friend got a [?] you ain't been back (no, you ain't)
All you patties do is rap and make diss tracks (stop rappin')
N***a stuntin' in them vids, don't slip, fam
We got them things and we known to make them things bang (bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bush)
[Chorus: CB]
Still woody (Woodgrange), yeah, we still drillin' on the opps, still active (still do)
Yeah, we still creep with the dots, keep chattin' (stop chattin')
Even though boy got shot, still trappin' (still do)
Tryna put skengs on the block
Still woody (Woodgrange), yeah, we still drillin' on the opps, still active (still do)
Yeah, we still creep with the dots, keep chattin' (stop chattin')
Even though boy got shot, still trappin' (still do)
Tryna put skengs on the block

[Outro: J Hus]
(Gyal used to diss us, call us tracksuit boys)
(Hand ting or the shotty, I can bang two toys)
(Northside or Southside, go and make your choice)
(Really and truly, it's my set that's makin' noise)