[Intro]
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm telling you man
Any n***a that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me
Is fucking dead

[Pre-Verse 1: Loose1 & JDF]
10 side that's us
Gang pull up and they dust
Skengs on peds, man it's risky
Skengs on peds, violate get touched
They're shit guys tryna be on road
Man I call them guys some mugs
Love them bands, need all of them grams
Man I trap, finesse and then jugg

[Verse 1: Loose1]
That's us in a tinted
Working on a opp block
Loads on smoke, like dragon
Man a EBK, don't give no fucks
So don't announce who you'rе flagging
Poach a man and get cracking
Any disrespect, wе get stabbing
It's a bloodbath, now a blood splashing
Don't do verbal, mind who you're @'ing
I don't care about 'gram and shit
In a stolen car, leave man with a scar
Bro bang that ting and dip
Nuff points on the board, we don't hear that shit
Love trapping loads, I'm addicted
Bag it up and then flip it
I grip the Rambs, I get grippin'
It's dark skin and it's vicious
Fuck around make the news
They ain't talking lies to boost fuse
I'll back the Rambs and abuse
Dip, dip, drip, with blood on my shoes
Saint to sinners, we're sinning
How on earth could the opps be winning?
I swear on my life they don't mash no work
We scored hella points now we're chilling
Drillings on drillings, I stated that
Since then hella spinnings on spinnings
They dash all frightened
Plus them man love screaming out like some women
No lies on the chat
Them man talk wass
Like hella man stuck in their feelings
We the most on in West, that's facts
Cah we do much more than chat
All dem boy do is rap
Bare lies on the track and [?]
We got the goals and that
Check all the match facts, stacks and stacks
Inject raps
Pierce man up when I, that [?]
[Verse 2: JDF]
Flip the pack and get rid of that
Why you think they call me flippa?
CJ in jail, baking off in his cell
Cah he move so mad with the dipper
Like, Free Shambles, he's a hitter
Splash man up, cut, cut, like scissor
Add a K on the gang, man you must be mad
Big shanks and [?] figure
Ain't seen a kill, man a 12k
Man I want all the opps in Rizla
Man rass that bud, leave man in the mud
Then I dial up Skum, he's a hitter
Hitter, violent gang, fuck a singer
Flippa, slapping dogs is not a hitter
And I dick gyal then I don't kiss her
And I won't tell gyal that I miss her
Skengs on peds, I really said that
Tryna turn man hashtag pack
Man the opps are nerds, man the opps just chat
Man them boy love chat and chat
Like, let me talk facts like broski said
Been City tryna injure, wrap
Man I get round there in all black
On the late night like a bat
[Verse 3: Loose 1]
Dip, dip, stab, stab, jump out of the cab
And I chase man down like Flash
But fuck all the chat, man I love chase cash
Cah I need my bankrolls all fat
Man I do my thing don't talk like Kim
Oh shit, I already said that
Don't like that shank if that shank ain't black
Cah I love the chocolate, sweet Rambs
Dip man down, do it anywhere
No comment if Sav get grabbed
Have the chips on chips
Cut through with cabs
Cut through with the largest scrams
Scrams on scrams, getting tired of Rambs
So we invest in things that bang, ah
So we invest in things that bang