[Intro]
Oi Man
Not us man
It's uss.. neva dem!
Oi mandem
It's uss.. neva dem!
Traphouse Mob
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy

[Verse 1: Bully B]
Trilla put two green bells in the dotty
Watch them come out the nose like boogers
Whack my man if he's Farm
Slap my man if he's 9 or Wooders
Should've seen the way that I chopped up F
You would've thought that I worked in a butchers
I only give love to the spinner
Bully B don't give no love to the hookers
Your n***a held smoke, no hooker
Bun out your chest like he just backed whiskey
In my blunt L2, not Tooka
Don't get caught tryna buck your linkey
The lifе I live is all risky
Stainless steel in and out that Pickney
Battеred up bisheads, about "Please tick me"
Feds chase shank, get dashed like frisbee
[Verse 2: Uncs]
Them man are far from Osama Bin Laden (Hah), how is their block called Afghan?
If I get round with bro (Whoosh), we're tryna turn up the war like Baghdad
How they make up drills? I can't believe the shit they talk (Ayy, ayy)
We need a referee, someone get Mike Dean to come check the score (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
.44 corn is chunky (Whoosh), don't get caught in a pickle (Bow)
Bro hit my man with a missile, pissed, I hope that he gets his acquittal
Fuck the opps, man taunt them, Lampz got put in the air like Jordan
Ay, yo, cuz, yo, cuz
Times 2 ain't no smoker (Whoosh), but he got smoked like menthol
Fill up the mash with dentals (Bow)
Shush got dropped, and now he's got wings like Red Bull
My bros got white like Charlie Sloth (Charlie) and he's got dark like Kenny Allstar
The fans all on me like Uncs when the gang bringing out that Allstar

[Verse 3: ND]
Don't try dash, 'cah the corn will catch up (Don't run)
Run up in yards, put your hands in the air
Don't panic like French Montana
Lets test this .12 in the park, no Manor (Bow)
The dotty get beat like Anna
Slide through the A with this big boy tool (Skrr, skrr)
This big boy tool ain't no fucking spanner (No)
How the 2's still drop them L's? (How?)
I see opp boys wearing T-Shirts, on it says "Lampz and K1's world" (LOL)
Bro just slapped in reverse
Sinners don't send no corn for no girls (Skrr)
We got bine for a n***a that's bolo (Bow)
Sinners don't care if you banged dumbbells (No)
On the opp block tryna raise some hell
Free all my n***as that didn't get bail (Free 'em)
[Verse 4: KayyKayy]
Who said that we ain't on piss? (Who?)
Yo, Sav, Cas, 6ix, let's go lurk on a pagans strip and splash that up, like I play with my kids (Real quick)
This ting come sweet like Karreuche, beat up the coochie just like Chris
Thick thighs, booty, boujee, still gonna blush off the gorgeous miss (Sweet one)
Doors get popped like bottles
Tokyo drift with Stigz got me taking the piss while bro's on a throttle
The gangdems taping strips, ain't waiting for chips if you see me at McDonalds (Facts)
The 2's just passed extinct, still slide with the ching tryna catch me a fossil (Facts)

[Verse 5: Stewie]
Little man don't know about drip, just got himself chinged, now his drips on spill (Haha)
I was twinning two shanks and both of them looking like me and Trills (They was)
How dare you talk dirt on gang when you know we got beef in the streets for real? (How?)
Bro came to the block with a smile, suttin' got touched with the stainless steel (Dickhead)
Shit then, fuck, what a dirty drilling, I left that glide with Trills (Yuck)
Bro's too loose while swinging his shank, he ain't looking around, I had to tell him "Chill" (Ay, chill)
That's really tryna get man down, if bro says "Drill" that's game for field (It is)
Ain't drinking whisky, we left him tipsy
I'm smoking opps, I ain't popping pills (I ain't)

[Verse 6: LR]
Headpiece snapped when I step out them cells
Tell the cats "Don't call my line" 'cah I just got bail and I ain't going jail
We got Haringey map
Don't believe the opps, they lie as well
I tell the opps "Go rot in hell"
'Cause this beefs intense and I ain't calling help
You can swim like Michael Phelps
Deep in, tryna send man up to hell (Deep in)
Tell me how Trapo felt
When his bredrin left him to call up a girl (Don't do it)
We don't story tell
Had an old school friend that made stories fell
Send corn, no VML (Bow)
Get shelled if you're screaming out "K1's World" (Bow)
[Verse 7: 6ix]
I see alot throwing down L's, keep throwing down L's, you can hold these shells (Bow)
Still pissed Shyce didn't get bail
Now broski's locked in the cell (Free 'im up)
But it ain't nuttin' like Hell in the Cell
The corn come big and fat, and if it's your head, that's an instant swell, I wish them well (Farewell)
Six in the spin, it's mad, rudeboy don't get your forehead wacked (Bye)
Let me just state some facts, your friend got dropped and you ain't rid back (You know)
Tell the opps "Don't lack", my sinners dem attack
Oh shit, what's that?
That's another opp pack

[Verse 8: Rellz]
Why the opps still rap for clout (How?) and they ain't done shit in the field? (What?)
Man circled the 9 and its vacant, so I circled where K1 got killed (Eurgh)
I spent numerous nights in the can, so free all the guys, yeah, I know how it feels
Bodies get hit, yeah this beef is real (Bow)
They do it for the Snap, we live in the field (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Cats phone me for the Jack and Jill, that's TT flake, I ain't signed no deal
Only if you knew like Dutchavelli how many times that the gang has drilled (If you knew)
And corn get flinged out this hatchback, hit your snapback, now you know who's real (Bow)
About "Chiraq City", them man wouldn't survive in a Chiraq field (Hahahaha)