Part 1

[Intro]
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still
Ayy, Minaj, kill 'em

[Verse 1: Sava]
Don't get knapped, gunbucked like Jojo
Auto ting is a bruckdown Polo
Don't give a fuck if I catch this stolo'
Pissed-off dawg, get it done for the low-low
Got love for my bro, no homo
Step on the gas, can't stop for no popo
Leave holes in the tee, no logo
Put your face in the news, no promo
She ratin' the tunes, she ratin' the diss
Frontline squad, are you takin' the piss?
Come TP, get put in this spliff
Aim up high, tryna keep it stiff
Back road skrring, tires drift
Glock-19, they pray I miss
Plenty shells, unlimited clips
And if it weren't me it must be Ish

[Verse 2: BM]
Jumped off road, couldn't hack this beef
I swear TD turned into a priest
O'mizz ain't worth no sweets
Best not lack, don't die in these streets
The only drill Jojo done's on beats
Get out the booth, go ride for your Gs
Get out the booth, go ride for your Gs
Go, go ride for yourself
Ever since then you raised no hell
Then you got knapped, gunbucked as well
Fatal damage ain't good for your health
Invest this wealth, I buy her Chanel
Jeet it, beat it, then delete it
She ain't got curls, man leave it
Swing her to bro, I don't need it
[Verse 3: Mini]
Where you-where you from little man? Don't tremble
Aim that high one eye on his temple
They don't wanna see Mini go mental
Pop that smoke, I ain't talkin' no menthol
Opp block tour, still crashed his rental
Scary sight, more teeth than a dental
Don't think that the beef got settled
We glide round there, young G's got potential
Lean out the ride, no rollercoaster
How many mans been burned? No toaster
I'm a real Turnpike Lane poster, so called
Dem man there are some jokers, bogus
Dem man there they don't know us
Aim up high for the dotty
Kick back on my shoulders
War is war
There's no way that this beef is over

[Verse 4: Sava]
Four doors buss
Them man duss
Lean and bop with this ting like Hus
We don't do bails, only gotta get pus'
What I do for the money
You’ll think I'm nuts
When us man ride leave holes, no cuts
Rambo knife, on my waist it's tucked
Rambo knife, on my waist it's tucked
[Verse 5: BM]
Petrol bath, tryna wash these sinners
Bro got things on things
A blacked out four-door ting
Samurai sword where the blade goes in
Civilians saw him get yinged
Don't ask me, ask him
All he wanted was a trim
Ended up going for a swim
Glock-19 with extended clips and foreign whips

[Verse 6: Mini]
Better have your shank, I pack the .44's
I ain't fencing cats
No cap, we don't lie on tracks
So check the scoreboard, this is basic maths
They hate when we're statin' facts
We're slidin' on them all day, it's mad
Can't chat, hit back, I reload them waps
No counter-attacks 'cah they don't get back

Part 2

[Intro]
Maniac Beatz
[Chorus: Mini]
Yeah, they know man's next up
Feds got me lookin' all stressed up
It's five AM in the morning
Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up"
One-two-five or Vespa
If not there's a stolen Vectra
Ying man down in piss when they rest up
Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up
Yeah, they know man's next up
Feds got me lookin' all stressed up
It's five AM in the morning
Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up"
One-two-five or Vespa
If not there's a stolen Vectra
Ying man down in piss when they rest up
Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up

[Verse 1: Sava]
Fully blacked out from head to toe
Lurk at the 8 with a rusty pole
These man can't be on road
So they hide in yards and speak on the phones
Barkin' to us, they changed their tone
No racist clip, tryna hit man's dome
Go back home with the waps, you 'lone
And I'm tapped in my head and the opp boys know
Baddest of B’s are onto me
But I'm really tryna jeet and skeet
Tell a bad B, "Come roll TP"
Me and Bruce try lurk in the T
Skrrt back ends, dish this reef
Take man number, 'nother fiend
On the front line, my opps can't be
Coolin' off with a cup o' lean

[Verse 2: BM]
Tryin' to mix 'im tape 'im, bros went shavin'
Fully blacked out, blacked out like a raven
No safety when I'm cuttin' through neighbours
Fuck with the traitors and fuck all the haters
Like, I wanna be rich not famous
Chest and above, tryna leave him brainless
Whoosh, whoosh in my hand, no stainless
Big .45, gonna see you all vacant
Dem man hate 'cah they know we up next
Fuck the verbal, just give it a rest
Someone told 'em better roll with a vest
It's not a warnin', I said it with chest
She phonin' my line tryna get undressed
Showin' me her arse and breast
BM, my life's a mess
Sorry, I don't need that stress
Get outta 'ere you jez'

[Verse 3: Mini]
Wake and bake
Bad B just give me a break
I'm in the A-side like the Hunger Games
We let corn fly like the Mockingjay
Three got touched, now we got baddies on me
And they know that the gang's OJ
Man here ain't trying to meet
They're cappin' on beats
Not one didn't let that spray
TP bop in the field like Hazard
You can get done in a mazza
Don't try run, I wanna see blood splatter
I'll show my man who's badder
Push J1's and I watched them stagger
Burnt my clothes and bleached this dagger
Us man here kill like cancer
Done a bait face and it still don't matter

[Chorus: Mini]
Yeah, they know man's next up
Feds got me lookin' all stressed up
It's five AM in the morning
Telling me "Get out your bed, get dressed up"
One-two-five or Vespa
If not there's a stolen Vectra
Ying man down in piss when they rest up
Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up
Yeah, they know man's next up
Feds got me lookin' all stressed up
It's five AM in the morning
Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up"
One-two-five or Vespa
If not there's a stolen Vectra
Ying man down in piss when they rest up
Shots in bound, get your head back kweffed up