[Intro: Mini, BM & Sava]
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it
Hold this weap', Becky a savage
Bigga, big blade no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don’t lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like Headie
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich

[Chorus: Sava]
Hoods up, transit door just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he’s throwin' up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit doors just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he’s throwin’ up O's, then we’ll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
[Verse 1: BM]
Bigga, big blade no cover
Really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don’t get caught on the ride or stutter, you'll end up 6 feet under
That's ten in his back like Messi and two in the dots, don't test me
Just bless me, 'cah the words on the streets don't lie
If Larbs and GI are on him, I'm on him, I won't even ask them why
Just jump in that dinger with a rusty loaded spinner
No cap when I step on the pitch, slap bally on my force like Mizz
Don't get caught and sing like Tuggzy, don't sing like Izz

[Verse 2: Mini]
On the trip tryna make it happen
It's about time they done some clappings
Round of applause, 'cah the ting came patterned
Splash man down, left hand, he's staggered (Splash him, splash him)
Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered
Get caught with your bae, don't run, don't panic (Don't run)
Pauses the ting when they see me back it
Sauce on my blade, lil' man turn cabbage
Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests (No guests)
TP crash the party, it's ments (Aye, crash it)
Run man down straight out their ends
Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng
This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead
Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends
No skin fades tryna hit man's head (No)
Now I'm smokin' on the L, tryna pray he's dead
[Verse 3: Sava]
Don't lack in the O, be ready
You can get caught OT like Headie
Got the semi tryna aim it steady
Close one eye, got the weap', no Fetty
And I get high with the .9, no Baby
You can get drilled by me or Eddie
Cause some stress, put yutes on telly
You can get popped in the T, no cherry
Go to the plug, don't do con, cats in the bando, ain't no Tom
Swing my blade but they still sing song
How you tellin' these lies, what the fuck are you on?
Dezz' don't ride 'cause his kidneys gone
Buck into us then your ride gets long
TP gang, ask what we're on
We rise them skengs then rap on songs

[Verse 4: BM]
Don't slip in the pitch like Gerrard
'Cah that's two in your back like Neville
When they see me, they seein' the devil
Saw my man then I clean it with Dettol
Then it's-it's straight to the dungeons
TP that's Ducketts Common
Don't try run, don't try run
Run out of breath and you will get bun
How can you say that TP don't crash? Yet we created this beef
We were there, just creepin' in flats
They forgettin' them times when we had all of 'dem man just doing up dash
'Dem man vanish, trip on your block and it might be tragic
No wonder why them man panic
[Verse 5: Mini]
On the opp block, man's lean and cockin'
With the dot-dot aim high, no stoppin'
Do it non-stop, see bodies droppin'
Hit one of them, now my top needs washin' (Wash)
With the rambo, Xin Zhao, bro got him
When we ride out, we feed them losses
Back the .9 out, don't give no tosses (Ay, back it)
On the front line where the opps ain't crossin'
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it
Hold this weap', Becky a savage
He tried run, slip, then panic
Close one eye when we have them dashin'
Told my man that I ain't on chattings
Big 15 unclipped for splashings
Saw three of them, two just vanished
Done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion

[Verse 6: Sava]
Lurky, lurky, with a mop, no beater
On the farm block, I'm a local cleaner
Two shanks up, big five seater
Fuck your mate, can't sip no litre
Hit his bro, can't sip some either
Force my shank 'til it goes in deeper
This blade is a well known leaker
Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper

[Chorus: Sava]
Hoods up, transit doors just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwin' up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, transit doors just slides
I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwin' up O's, then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides
Ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big 44 that's what we rise
Samurai swords, kitchen knives