[Verse 1: Loski]
Let me tell you how my animals move
Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose
And these neeks ain't touch me ever, I've bored up their olders too
Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose
Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy
Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly
Splash man down that's blood 'pon many, we came through and them boy weren't ready
Step for the kill don't bring that celly, say misch mash but their stack's on empty
Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that n***a if bro don't trust
Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love
Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss
You get got then you run out of luck

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Bruck down 20 of each
I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech
I swear me and T would've been rich, if we ever had a run that's clean
But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs that's hundreds of weeks
That's all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood that's Trident
Things in the kitchen that's science, trap phones filled up with clients
And the opps can't tell me 'bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres
And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex
I heard a whole load of sirens
How they talk about pressure? When it's me that applied it
I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra
Dem man are Brock like Lesnar
I still get it in a dance, I couldn't give a fuck about wands and sensors
Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless
My phone done a One last night, I just spent it
'Cause these weapons still part of expenses, I'm still stuck in the trenches
Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press
Spend it on teeth and we ain't even gotta go dentist
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