[Verse 1: BT]
Like came in the room with a broom
Face all over the room
Like boom bang face in the news, you manner get caught
Like boombang manner get boomed
Looking in the shoebox
I don't want shoes, fucking fool
You neeks keep cutting the .44 drama
Man you get drummered
Little man boy man get blubbered
His heart ain't in it but all of a sudden he's thugging
N***a that's rubbish
Rah [?] face get tarnished, everything fucked
N***a they leave him all red, leave him all rum up
He's talking, he's talking to feds, manner get dargg up

[Verse 2: Rendo]
Trap line sent a text
[?] to get a boy down for a cheque
Bad bitch says he's a keeper, something like Cech
But fuck that, I don't want a keeper
I just want neck
I'ma cop me a nine piece, when I rob the connect
Shit grub say you get gwop, say you whip food
But your food don't stretch
Bad bitch chilling in the room
The bitch got a cut if she don't give neck
Young G sneaked in the room with a broom
Hands up, tell a n***a don't stress
Yard man ting man, bill up a big grey spliff
In a room full of sess
Close up shots man, slap up a boy, heads back in the light see stripes
Gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left x2
[Verse 3: T.Syikes]
How you on the block everyday but you ain't getting paid
These n***as so laid back (joke)
I be in the bando for weeks, trust me I trap everyday
How you got guns but you ain't got gwop, little n***a stop lying
Manner head top frying, two shells in a bruck back give him two boom bye him
Trust me, when I see my young G's posted it out on the block with the shavers
When I was broke, n***as didn't want to break bread
And now want to ask me for favours
We be counting up papers, you're trying to get famous
Clearly we are on different stages
Gunshots for them haters, I don't watch faces
My n***as bake bread like bakers
Couple shots in the ladder, you don't want to see me step with BT
I'm straight on sight for an opp, I'm two shots up if you see me
N***as don't bang, they don't make bread
How these n***as so neeky?
Anytime mans down for the beef, but other then that mans out for my P, G
Manner talk about these P's here, but that, there's a whole different money
Manner take a grown n***as women
Manner take a grown n***as money
Now I got that grown n***as money
Yeah I have that golddigger money
How's man calling my phone
Talking about I owe man the money
How the fuck can I owe man the money?
Dumb n***a, dumb n***a
Manner roll round with a gun n***a
Two shots up, best run n***a, run n***a
Manner get turn up, see them n***as?
Them n***as there get bun up
Two shells yeah I want to run up
My n***as on the come up
How's man talking about packs?
(My mans squad, mans squad getting drum up, yeah mans squad's getting drum up)
[Verse 4: Mdargg]
Dip dip in the face, no bally
Woosh a n***a down in the alley (dead boy!)
Boom bang out of that German, lick a n***a out of his tracky (boom bow!)
Don't want to be a pack, red dot pon your head, man will turn you paki
You n***as stacking for that Louis, Gucci
I can't pay for a taxi (fucked up!)
Shoot from hoopties, had to shot the hooptie
Done a madting, sad (madting)
If I ain't been around, ain't been about moving dark low on the trap
Boomting want to just jerk off the tings and clap
Boomting baker suck off my joints and trap (uck)
Now I'm getting grown woman hat, manner take a grown man pack
And if he act up, man will have to show him the mack, he might have to hold one infact
RIP my bro Pistol, I had to show him how to trap
He was like the A in trap
Upsuh to A and back x2
Allah should've taken a raq (trust me)