[Verse 1: Jugg]
Still jugging on any estate
Fill this pot, I ain't leaving none
FB whip with a piece of rum
Fresh home, I was in the T for months
[?] back that pump
Or 15 inch, that's chest and lung
Free SJ thats a dangerous tug
He'll do it bait face tryna take a son
Lil bro's too tapped, he'll tap it
Back it and slap it, turn man cabbage
Put soft in pots for the addicts
Big reload, tell the plug go manage
Free Sav bro bro's too savage
Got him on landing doing up damage
Bad b got too much baggage
Now I'm in the T tryna whip and bag it
They ain't ever gonna cross that border
Still don't answer an unknown caller
Bro said the dot dot come a little taller
That's bigger than me
Chop that down then fill it with sweets
Free bro S trynna get it on V's
I was in the T no sleep for a week
Like if I get got that's 6 do 3
Doubling packs, told bro don't lack
Cah them boy want us back in stations
Peng buj this come from asians
Latex, can't get complacent
Woulda boot at them but them boy some gems
And they woulda had our name in statements
Now if they get got thats blatant
That the E woulda done that shaving

[Verse 2: Slipz]
Swing it, swing it with force that's a 15 inch
Or this blade there might get stuck
Yuck, blade covered in blood
Put it back in the case then skeet to the blocks
Can't say you're on gang your lost
Slide round there make it beat like box
Spin spin ting or the dots
If I press this wap that's your headback gone
Can't shot on my block must've lost your mind
I'll chef you right out of that dinger
If you see me on your block with a mask
Better pull up those pants when I back this spinner
Shots to your throat, no liquor
2 hands on the wap and slap
Everyone dash when I press that trigger
Ion talk too much but you know that already
Bro works the bruck like teddy
Hit mans headie, scene all messy
T got splashed in the morning
Blood on my shank, I ain't even had brekkie
Onsight man with this rambo
Stab out his chest, I ain't giving no leggie
We don't do no half heart poking
5 man in this blacked out focus
Any opp that I see I'm ghosting
Then back to the flats, cali weed I'm smoking
Don't come to my block on no joke ting
Boy this the big 15 that I'm holding
Any opp you can hold this soaking
Splash man down leave his head wide open
[Verse 3: Lil Slipz]
I was in cunch with CR1
Came back to the block
Rid out on the opps
How many man been chinged and chopped
Too many names, I can't say too much
I run up in yards and take mans stuff
And kick them out of their OT spot
I was in Pitch outside of the shop
ZT blocks, come let's bop
Man like Sonz will shave you up
I always got my ZK fuckin tucked
Even when I go the fuckin shop
I ching man down til my man drops
OT spots, lots on lots
Finesse mans pack, bring it back to the block
Take mans racks and change my num
Me and Ts we're too on job
Bro backed his shank tryna rip his top
Free up the gang that are fuckin locked
Free up the gang that are fuckin locked