[Intro: Rellz, MLoose & LR]
Kayman this mix is clean bro
Come on, gang-gang
Free RellMoney, soon home, fresh home
General unah, back on the streets, gang
They give hella verbal on the net
Get sheffed and their friends got his forehead split (Ahhh!)
Shit, don't get mixed with this rizz
How you getting turned off in front of chicks? (How?)
Pull up on a yute like wipe that grin
Same way tugga done wiped his lens
On the 9-

[Verse 1: MLoose]
The gang them known for rising up sticks (Bow)
And if not then you might get bored
My bro Sparko controlling the burner
And he really thinks about M 24s (He does)
Tell the opps to check the scoreboard
That boy try run and got dipped on the floor (Ching)
Big bro got the hammer like Thor
Go ask *** when he got filled with corn
Bally and gloves, so you know I'm riding
Feds onto me, like fuck trident
Bro just ding that whip with no license (Skrr)
Surrounded by guns and violence
Bro just banged the mash and they’re frightened
K on the L? Guess someone's lying (Lying)
We really got mumzy's crying
But they don't ride back on the net just typing
And I swear all now they ain't rid?
Two times that the gang got Ridz
They give hella verbal on the net
Get cheffed and their friend got his forehead split (Ahhh)
Shit, don't get mixed with this rizz
I'm in a blacked out whip, this whip got tints
But if it gets spun we're pissed
That's back to the wing just doing up gym
[Verse 2: LR]
How you getting turned off in front of chicks? (How?)
Pull up on a yute like wipe that grin (Skrr)
Same way Tugga done wiped his lens (Wipe)
On the 9 tryna creep and kweng
Phone Bully for the bits of peng
Don't move shady back your friend (Don't back It)
Don't run when my arm extends (Don't run)
One question why'd you leave your friend? (Why?)
Now he's all dead in the hospital bed (Dead up)
Funeral settings, go ride for the dead (Go Ride)
Pills ain't working, K1's dead (Nah they ain't)
Aim up high get smoked like blem (Bow)
Temz, how can you rep your ends? (Bow)
You ain't bad for me or my friends (You ain't)
Verbal on the net that shit is a mess
Juvenile yutes wanna diss my set
Shoulda seen when the undies crept
Ran so fast nearly lost my breath (Skrr)
Asthmatic yute still running from feds
Under my bed where my Rambo slept (Yeah it did)
I swear the 2s get nuff' neglect (Nuff')
Ride to the 9 with no regret (No regret)
Wet man down, there’s blood on my creps (Ching)
Talk on the gang just give it a rest
How many in your gangs been M'd? (How many?)
On the phone to Billy and Gwen
Cats call back cah the food come ten
Do it in Duos or Trios, not friends (No cap)
Lampz got put in my Benz
K1 got put in my Benz (He did)
Chop got put in my Benz
Don't ride back all your friends dem dead (Dead up)
[Verse 3: MLoose]
My mum hates what I'm doing (She does)
Step 'round there and I leave him ruined (Fucked)
These teeth gonna get to chewing
And the feds keep interviewing
No comment all the way, so my mind I'm losing (My Head!)
But I guess it's the life I'm choosing
Now I really don't mind cos the ops them losing
I'm in the 9 in a four-door cruising (Skrr)
So when we pull up we ain't leaving no bruises, bruises
Gangdem known for the shootings (Bow)
Go ask Ramz got whooshed with the broomstick
Ramz or 'chets that i'm using (Ching)
See me on a glide best not move clueless
Best back your blade and try use it
K on the L then you must've gone stupid
K on the L then you must've gone stupid (Dumb)

[Outro: MLoose]
Free the fucking mandem