[Intro: Digga D & Horrid1]
Bap-bap
You know what's going on
(Ay) Truss me
Ay Groundworks, you know the vibes
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Hemz
Ay Kenny!

[Verse 1: Digga D]
Said she love one man, gunman
That roll with he and give the boy Santan
And at the back of the bike, fling lead, one hand
I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can
Shooters, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (Yeah)
One-nine, one-one rugars, clips filed with tea (Yeah)
Come back, two first, broad day (Yeah, yeah)
White skin, brownin', ruthless (Grr)
Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot
I see how much man get shot (Grrt, bow)
For my nineteenth, Tee got caught and chopped
For my twentieth, two got shot and they shocked (Bap, bap)
I see the USA takin' the piss out of knives (Ah?)
Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah)
On civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (Don't listen)
[Verse 2: Stally & Beezy]
Brand is the gun, the boy there runs
You was on things, stop ringing
Numerous extendos, I need me a drum
Any time I see them shots man (brr)
No wap, bring my blade and swing it
Ever since Latts looked at us different
Complete the mission, how can I see him not spinning?
Shells be flat or pointy, dangerous
Turn man famous, face on papers
I've been out here for ages
Shootings, (?), slumped on pavements
Get back or get done up again
Get back or get done like your friend, dead
Can't get up again, (Yo), them 98s made paigons stressed

[Verse 3: Beezy]
G-block shit, we don't type and diss
We just pattern up whip, tryna slide this D
Jay, Junior, Claire, Katie, the wap came through with wifing kid
I was inside the beef on some minor shit
And myself like- "What kind of life is this?"
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[Verse 4: Rzo Munna]
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[Verse 5: Horrid1]
Circle the 9 with a nine at nine (Brr)
Tryna find them guys, fill 'em up with nine (Bine)
Crocodile teeth and they defo' gon' bite
They're nothing like I, that's twenty-plus time (Yeah)
Left the 9, head straight to the 5
That's a four days work, I ain't workin' no lidge job
Everyone that I beef, already got picked on
Multiple names been ticked off (Grrah-bah)
They say Hunch gets Horrid when pissed off
I could talk 'bout victims, talk 'bout kitchens
Enough of them nanks been rinsed off
And they know that the mash gets clicked off
Yeah, I'm good with my hands
Came through with a bang, I smacked Lil Trigz in a chip shop (Pussy)
And they tried put racks on AP
They must've been talkin' a wristwatch
Yo, up the pole, let 'em know how we roll on a Rolls
I've got several man down, yes, on my own (Bow, bow)
We got a pack, don't tell no one, not a soul
He got shot in his neck and back, why you think we callin' Whoosh?
Had to let man know (Brr)
On a six double O and I might just blow
Free bro 'cah he done got nicked, two poles
Still cheff man down on the wing
That's more than a soul
[Verse 6: Digga D]
If you ain't got me, move from side at man
Jump out now, with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo but we need a frying pan
16 shots in the glee, but I was 16 in West doing sniper gang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching then swing and knife a man

[Verse 7: Sav'O]
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[Verse 8: YB 9th.street]
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[Verse 8: Billy Billions]
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