[Intro: Booter Bee]
(M1OnTheBeat)
(Fourty8V)
Yo, four-man in the ride, got my t-shirt wrapped to my eyes
Run up and shoot, I ain't giving out leg shots, headshots might catch one by surprise
(Bah-bah)
B-B-B-Booter

[Verse 1: Booter Bee & Headie One]
Four-man in the ride, got my t-shirt wrapped to my eyes (Bah)
Run up and shoot, I ain't giving out leg shots (Bah, bah), headshots might catch one by surprise (Baow)
He got slapped trying to cross the road (Bap)
Spinners and dottys the options loads
**** is ****, **** is ****
Free up the guys we dropped them both (Dead, One)

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Stem ting come hand-on on the side
This skeng's gonna need a tutorial (Thats shit long)
Ever had man go in the air then drop?
Gang didn't send him no audio (Turn, turn up)
This four-door drifted nothing like Tokyo (Younn)
The car and the wap they can both do auto
Opps trying to link up just for the O
Come like the Audi logo (Suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
[Verse 3: Booter Bee]
You don't wanna see A go crazy, I seen first-hand what he done with his flick-shank
If I caught a opp, my turn, Lil Baby
I ripped his flesh, now the paigons hate me
Glock 9, no safety, pump no safety
Backseat moving shady
Spin 'round the coupe, one hundred and eighty (Skrrt)
You can get slapped in front of your lady

[Verse 4: Headie One]
Why the gang try leave his head with lead? (Turn)
Made a man, "SkeeYee" like Sexyy Red (Ski)
Ever rid with dinger so bruck on the way back home, the engine dead (Turn)
Tryna make a diss track, now your bredrin is dead (Turn, turn, turn)
When I'm uptown steppin' in LV mesh (Turn)
You ain't ever shopped with the pocket rocket in Selfridges

[Verse 5: Booter Bee]
Countless man been slapped and shaved (Bah)
Get the drop with the mash, I'll light up the place (Brrt)
**** got shot in his back with a 12-gauge (Bap)
He fell forward flat on his face (Pussy)
Tell the driver, "Slap on the brakes
I see three yutes by the barbershop" (Bap, bap)
I told bro, "Don't make a commotion
Pull to the side let me rass it off"
[Verse 6: Headie One]
Yo, you don't wanna see us maskin' up
Coulda got— Shh, lucky he was fast enough (Tst, uh)
I quit smoking but if an **** turns pack, I'ma rass that bud
My flick shank didn't pass a luck (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
I left my black blade covered in snow
Same one done— Shh, in the shop left blood on the Haribo

[Verse 7: Booter Bee]
Police locked us one by one, we butchered them man one by one (Haha)
Violations don't expire (Bap), we sent little bro and they shot his mums
We shot up his nans
I shot up his dad as well (Grrt)
I slapped his worker as well (Baow)
Two sticks in the ride, a spinner and 12, I ain't tryna bump into Adele
Pop the door, everyone ran when they saw (Bap, grr) the gun in my hand I'm holdin'
Hang out the whip pellets fly out the stick
I shoot and score like Foden (Bah)
I ain't gonna lie, ever since two of them died, I've been sleeping better
Phone up Adz, ring GR guarantee that he'll jump out squeezing the 'Retta (Bang)

[Outro]
(M1OnTheBeat)