[Verse 1: SK]
Swing my blade with force
Do it in public and show no remorse
I bang for the 9 of course
How can they claim they're winning
The opps don't have us on a get back
Big A drenched Uncs like take that
Bully nearly lost his head back
JV got whacked with a ZK
Poppy got bored, fuck oh shit man he should've turn pack
See me, man I rap no cap
I'll be sitting on the wing if I talk about the times I've swung my shank
Just caused a mazza in ends now its too hot to go hit them shops, it's calm money get made tommorow
Can't hit shots in the Green, CID are about, I think that we're getting followed
Who can say I don't bang for my team?
My stripes arе green we ching up opps we show them dotts
Tеll Zeds to weigh em up right, let's seal em up in a baggy
Been round there with my rammy, been round there with the largest sammy
Man hopped out the ride and I splashed them up gladly
3x3 we get them down
Go to the opp block, spin that whip, why's no one about?
Been round there with the dotts, leaned out the ride and we slapped at opps
125 get wizzed
Tell Rellz just rev that 3-Double-O and take it straight to the O
Rapping with their virgin blades, lol
You think I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Cah I still take trips with this ASBO
I'm not even over 18 and I still got sauce on my blade in Jango
Lurk round there with this rambo, shout SJ it's time to get back
Wind down the window, lean and slap
It's an AM or a pagan pack
Put on my bally, blacked-out trackie, leathers on man it's time to get crashy
I just copped me a Lyca sim and a Nokia phone it's time to get trappy
Step in the room and she's taking off clothes, I know I got me a baddie
SJ got his hands on the dotts, one eye open bout to get tappy
Me and the gz just done up get-back gang, you know we got splashy
All this juice just spill off the rambo blade, a smile on my face, I was happy
Bad one she throwing it back, she not calling me SK she calling me daddy
I just clocked me a opp and I popped my door, done him up with this rambzi
The Enfield yutes too chatty considering 5 of their friends in baggies
[Verse 2: Drilla]
(Aye)
N9 gang that's mumzy sobbing and gang-gang get to the billing
Last year was vigorous chinging
This year about killing and making a killing
I stamp on my opps if I see them in public, so there's no regard for a civilians
I'm an N9 citizen, AFG militant, opps see me they're kicking it
Chris OG we're billing him
Kobi and Chicken we're billing him
Ninja got slapped and his friend did dash
Quite sad, oh well we're billing him
It was me and E1 on the 3rds, we caught us a nerd, we try get rid of him
We run the Enfield borough, we from the 9, we not from the 3rds
Lil bro love chinging up guys, just look in his eyes, there's bare bloodthirst
And opps dem know we're bitter, but same guys who don't know how to lurk
Don't get slapped like Jay or you might get shaved like Popz
Bando ain't swung no rambo, bare drill tracks and he ain't done nun
Bully barbie really love talking shit when he coulda got shells in his shit
MB really left his guy on his 125 but they call that a ride-out
Me and bro coulda got it that day, but then I got [.....]
For my bro that's get-back gang any day
For the pro that's trap 24s everyday
I don't know why the fuck they chat, free Tiny and free Big A
Free Twin K that's bro same way
On-sight gang you know we don't play
I'll dig up Skengz if I knew where he lay and try dead that n***a again.. (Oi)
[Verse 3: DS]
MB try ride to the 9 and he left on foot, how you call that a ride-out?
Bare man running away with their knives out
You can get sent to the sky, no iCloud
Money got whacked and and slapped
[....] but the drill got done
Tiny just copped some new bells, and it came with a fuck-off gun
Lankz did run and Packz got shanked, I don't know how I'm beefing that 3rd-side gang
They say "AP we never lack," but Ponders End where Levz got shanked
3 of them got wet at once, but we only wanted two of them cunts
In the ends we got ammy and [?]
They're doing up singing like the [?]
What rambo has Bando swung?
Moving like Jango, his blade is dry
Bully said he got corn on tracks, live-o the gang gave corn in his strip
SJ with the ting he don't miss, you better not lack if you chill with them pricks
Bully's lucky the corn was shit, if not his head-top would've got split
Kay with the dotts he don't miss, get ya head-back lit just like a matchstick
Sparko and Bully done dash from man so we went to the L and we caught JV
Swing shanks done it with ZT, S.O.S. for an anti-green
Don't buck into AFG coz you might get blood on your Dsquared jeans...