[Intro: Joobz]
Gang
Laners Bop
Sin Squad Step
Bow, Bow, Bow
Ya get me?
Gang shit
Sinners
Sin Squad Step get it correct
Skrr
Serious splashers, bow
(Munroe, Munroe)

[Verse 1: Joobz]
Pedal back with those tic-tac's
Fat suit, bro hit that
Dot dot, no kickback
Kway [?] I just sit back
Mumzy said I don't flip trap
It's Kelvin, not DipDat
All the bro's just whip crack
Break it down, and then flip packs
All we know is grip stacks
Grip stacks and grip waps
Go other side, don't need snaps
All these neeks just talk wass
Ahmy Buzz makes you walk fast
Skengway, you need more gas
Like, like skengway, you need more gas
Try leave wholes in your bredrins coat
Sin Squad savage, no average blow
Beat man's face, but it still damn broke
Wet him in his head, chest, back or throat
Push bike, peds, or whip with smoke
Parklane boys wet man, no joke
Rid to the 9 tryna wet man's folks
Like, juice got spilled like coke
Ran man down and he still got poked
D[?] leave pedal bikes, like [?]
Or swing that double pump with no scope
Six shot squeeze the mash and it broke
Dipped up, interviewed and then smoked
Serious splashin' got opps on ropes
Like, like serious splashin' got opps on ropes
[Hook: Shemz/Loose]
Little bro's got big cronies
On the opp block no baby hunting
They'll get round there and get big homie
They'll get round there and get big homie
They'll get round there and get big homie

[Verse 2: Tempz]
Six nine thats a KT
Lift it up, I go crazy
Back my splash and watch him move shaky
How you gon' crash your whip and move snakey
Lack round where, you must be crazy
Verb on the net, I can't take babies
How you want joke, but your team don't claim you
How you gon' beef when your squad don't rate you
N***as talk wass, n***as talk beef
How you gon' rise, you ain't got no heat
Opp boy thought he caught Loose on a lack
Now he's all pissed cause he saw the .15
Sin Squad step, leave holes in men
Opp got drenched and he sang to police
Like, live in the flesh man's doing up B's
How many times have I chased these neeks?
Like, nine young yutes in the back of the whip
Straight to the aves, car doin' up drift
Stewie in the front with the largest dip
Swing for your chest, not leggy or hip
Five backs up till your 1, McD's
Everybody knows that shit was me
Tap my clutch, was a quick BD
B-b-biker boy, I'm a biker fiend
Gyally on me, but I just wan' beat
Hold this mash if you really want me
Talk this cheek, the opps are weak
Runnin' in shops when they see me
Four doors bust on an IC3
Duss man down but my asthma's peak
Blade all red from my opp boy's chest
Gangs on violence, your team's all neeks
[Interlude/Outro: Joobz, Tempz, ]
Free up Blackz
Free up [?]
Free up Reepo, ya get me
Free Skatty
Gang shit, n***as know
Free Boogie
Free up all the Sinners, ya get me
Free System too
Free up everyone, Lane Business
Gang shit, gang shit, n***as know

[Hook: Shemz/Loose]
Little bro's got big cronies
On the opp block no baby hunting
They'll get round there and get big homie
They'll get round there and get big homie
They'll get round there and get big homie

(Munroe, Munroe)