[Verse 1: Dopesmoke]
Free P with the P, up the .12 and blast
Opp boys pissed cuz' they lost their' chance
I've seen Kipz get yucked so violent
Ask the Trident, had to hold my laugh
Life's not fair, free my dawg
Change them plates, burn them garms
Gang don't need no battery
Ask them patties, man's more than charged
Ask the fassies man's more than charged
Gang got 3 of them boys in the stars
Two shots from the dotts set a man on his arse
Won't see me an opp and pass
Life's so short you can loose it fast
He tried run, never made it far
So I caught rass' and I chinged his clart

[Verse 2: R6]
In the trenches, bitches
Red that we flag, I'm still no Crip
We're givin' out teeth, they're givin' us lip
You might get done while doin' smartwhip
I can't afford to not get rich
Cook in bop, and I got zips
Should've seen how we done up 30Clipz
Ketchup, then he got dirty chips
Who's next? Show me respect
Put in that work, the borough's vexed
Trap with the blade got straight 'round Reckz
Ridin' close, I got it from necks
I came with a broom, and it got sucked
One thing I learned, don't sent out a text
He picked a side now he's full of regret
You're chasin' clout, when it's money to make
[Verse 3: PR SAD]
Big arms, no armor
They already know we don't believe in karma
You can be hench, like that don't means nada
We just catfish the ones that's marga
First time I've seen him it was good
Can't say the same about after
We done Clippa infront of his father
Haha, really should've 'been a bit faster
Real gun driller, I play like trife
Man of many talents, I'm sick with the knife
Two blackdoors back when I hit that spine
I've seen him drop flace-flat when I slapped it twice
And we [?] life, cah' I love my life
I don't know 'bout them, but I know about mine
All of my batch got blood on our knives
But yet we still bop with our pipes

[Verse 4: DoRoad]
Can't you see that I'm still with the drillers?
And my n***as shoot guns and we do it for the thrill of it
We let them get real comfy on the block
'Till we come 'round shootin', them n***as some idiots
We doin' it terrible, left man hideous
Slide, shoot that block up, ridiculous
I tried get him in Streatham and whoever was chickelin'
Have you ever done a prick whilst [?]
We're the real boys and the odd ones
When my man got a Ricky out the car, see him do it like me
How dare men from over there talk on me?
Your friend got whacked in the Raq cuz' you walk with neeks
More than a few with a rotty
And I done it with a spinner
Rude boy, I pull triggers
And I'm a knifeman, about 10 on my knife, man
Yeah I got slighthand, ugh
[Verse 5: Brucka]
Spot 'em, drop 'em
Still step, leave one in a coffin
Dottz got done, heard LB lobbed him
K2 tops get ripped up often
He got done whilst doin' a whip
5 in a day, are you takin' the piss?
Try set aside, but he still got hit
Put the 4-s in the bag, come we take a trip
Solly and Stompz get put in my riz
Thumpz and Reckz get mixed with chip
Perm, go ask why we smoke that prick
A Bally burger with a side of chips
Ketchup gang when we sauced up Clipz
And a backshot ching when we got down Lit
Ketchup gang when we sauced up Clipz
And a backshot ching when we got down Clipz