[AbzSav]
One road away you know we're clickin'
Cut that in half
[R1]
You know we're clickin'


[Intro]
I'm 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherfucker
Sting like Aybee
Age 16, I was pedal bike gliding
Age 17, I stepped with the nank
And age 18 I stepped with the wap
And age 19 I was counter attacking
Tryna slap man, pack him and then dank him
You coulda been a ghosty one
Elevate, this mix sounds mad

[Verse 1]
2 man step, other side
Tryna grab him, tryna slap him
Or 'Ying him 'til we pack him '
He got caught in the mix, had to tape that scene
Let it squeeze off the bike, I ain't rampin'
Elm got cheffed in a link up, fuck the drink ups
Back my nank and yank him
If I shoot on the block like PressPlay
Best know, gang gang gonna bring back another package
Mad ting, man can't tolerate lacking
Sad ting, he ain't riding, gotta sack him
Gems, man gotta red card them
Same way the opp boys get red carded
I fly out the gaari, tryna cancel them
That's me and Six-O on a ten toes ting
We're rising two sticks, man grab a shooter
Hop on the scooter, don't need a tutor
Man grab the Star .9 and grab the Luger
They ain't got no waps, some fuckin' losers
Don't rate their gang, so they need to use 'em
The other way round, got serious bootings
If you're from the Lane, go suck your mum
Go suck your mum, like he said
Bucked 2 times, weren't down for the replay
All of this he say, she say, I say
I say we're doing this my way
Any vio, we're not taking it lightly
Handy handting and its comin' in pricey
Got my waistbag and its fittin' in nicely
All my pagans sick of me, can't get rid of me
Phone line twerk like Digga D
Kiddin' me, killin' me, literally, differently
Back my rambo, show man about ability
[Hook]
Age 16, I was pedalbike gliding
Age 17, I stepped with the nank
And age 18 I stepped with the wap
And age 19 I was counter attacking
Tryna slap man, pack him and then dank him
You coulda been a ghosty one, go
Praise your lord and thank him
Got hella sweets, man’s picking out Randoms

[Verse 2]
Got-Got hella fat corn for the RL yutes
If I wasn’t in the can, could’ve been there too
Got jakes at my door, what the fuck did I do?
Like ‘Move, get the fuck out my way, just move’
Hooya macaan, like hooya macaan
I’ma be missin’ like Madeline McCann
Even in jail, got fans, it's mad
In the group, he’s inside their van
You scream ‘RIP’ are you riding though?
Pain in my heart, cah I lost some bros
We really got back, cah we’re violent, yo
I'm sittin’ left back, dinner dish some smoke
Fuck the Laners, yo
Obbo on us, so we gotta stay low
GBG, hit the nae nae bro
GBG, hit the nae nae bro
[Outro - AbzSav & R1]

[AbzSav]
Come outside, the n***as say they gangbang
Tell 'em 'come outside'

[R1]
They know where we are
RCG shit, free all my hitters
Broad day shit, anywhere goes
Bow