[Intro: ZK & British]
JammaBeats
Drippa just whipped up an onion
Twenty eight back, I ain't making assumptions
Slasher Beats
What you know 'bout a block full of bisheads?
Tell my young G "Skeet, go hit them"
And the dots I bathe in petty
Midnight, man, swing off the doors
Yola 10-10
Fresh money, baby

[Verse 1: ZK]
Step on your block, don't panic
They talk about ZK dashing
I'm way too savage, plus I'm asthmatic
Two hands on the dots when I tap it
Get the drop, my respond game's rapid
Like, who's really applying the pressure?
1011, that's me and my members
Bro just slapped it in face, he did it upfront like a close range header
I can talk about numerous drillings
But that's bait and I'm way too clever
Machine filled with pepper
Boy try run and he still got wet up
Buj came with the bush
Throw it in the blend, now I'm feeling like pressa
Got full trust in my bro
'Cah he grip that mash with tekkers
Drippa just whipped up an onion
Twenty eight back, I ain't making assumptions
From young had the trapline jumping
Catch him, wet a boy in his pumpkin
N***as know that your packs came under
Slide on a cat, like take this number
Step on the 12, rambos in jumpers
[Verse 2: British]
If you know me, I'm an opportunist
If we get a move, then we get to move it
Hella packs hella dough [?]
Young G's got the drop so they do him
Broad day saw him, no games
Click-clack, bum-bow, switch lanes
We don't talk about it, we act it
With my little hitters we packing
Onsight bup-bup gets clapping
We get busy in the trenches
Bro chinged him, dipped him, drenched him
What you know 'bout a block full of bisheads?
Tell my young G "Skeet, go hit them"
Keep your eyes open for the obbo
Hoodie up, don't get followed
Then it's back to the brap-brap
Hella working, no breaks, no kit-kats
Any dodgy movements better click-clack
Seven up, no time for the chit-chat
3 for 20, 24's
Midnight, man, swing off the doors
Yola 10-10, raw
Peng-peng cats love it, 'course
Bad B too fast, snorts
She feeling gang, 'course
Mish, mash and get bread
Fuck a bitch, man needs more bisheads
Fuck a bitch, man needs more bisheads
[Verse 3: ZK]
Yuss got the roll, we skrring
And you know that whip come manual
Been through shits you can't handle
Jump out, juice gon' spill like Snapple
Young trap n***a, thats facts
Two hands on the wap when I up that barrel
Or I jump off a 1 2 ped
Watch them boy dere still like they can't drive manual
Push bike with the pack, that's smelly
Or my' chete comes long and heavy
I'm with JS, he too tekky
Aye, do up your squad like Messi
And the dots I bathe in petty
Gyal dead like ugly Betty
She said she's onto me, I'm too sexy
One eye open for Jakes like Fetty