[Intro]
(Nathaniel London)

[Verse 1: K-Trap]
Don't pree the jewels and think you can play games (Don't do it), I get gunpowder on a day date (Baow)
.44 spinnin' as usual, still want an AK (AK)
Me and bro like Filly and Chunkz (Chunkz)
But we still tryna fling him in blunts (Blunts)
Twenty-two bricks of cookies, still tryna see a man runtz (Cali)
Fire the four and go (Nyoom), push up the score, I hope (Hope)
Pree them outside off Floke, bro got a leg then a head, that's growth (Better)
I got dirty, I got blow (Blow)
I wanna shirt him and he knows (Yes)
Barbeque settings and we don't need coal
Countin' the wettins, I'm lookin' like Rose (Rose)
Had to do it like all of the bros
But if it's like "Peewee, you gotta get closе" (Yuck)
It's the main roads, so if I go, it's lookin' like soch' (Ah)
Taped up shh, that was way back thеn
We was doin' it bait back then
With a shotgun, pump, and trey back then

[Verse 2: Youngs Teflon]
Ay, done it like a parking warden
Ping that windshield, fuck that finance
(Woi-woi-woi)
You wan' send man coin 'cah they done it on binance
My young apes got brolic in jail
Was in class with shottys and nails
(Now what you sayin)
But the MAC 10's suttin' like Sonic and Tails
HS swing round for the one time D
I ain't even gotta tell 'em I'm horny
Mum found man's knives way too many times
I ain't even gotta tell her it's warry
Shout my brudda Capone
N***as on the run eatin', that's Nore
I'm with K or K, salt bae man to the bone, they salty
Would've thought that I send man shop
For the sweets, for the .45 corn to send man
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Left man covered in blood like Tempman
We let them man stunt when we M man
I just high-five bro and the skengman
I know trench babies from the trenches
In a black trenchcoat tryna drench man
[Verse 3: DoRoad]
They say all I do is talk 'bout the dot-dot, we got it lock, stock, colours and whatnot
I could never try get him down with a one pop, add another one shot, never been a one pop
Two hands on the ting, I'm steady like Headie
I'll kill my friend if he snitched like Melly
I'll bill my spliff then go to beddy
I'll be chuffed next mornin' if I see him on telly
'Member that time when I beat two corn in the opp on his block? Now, I bet he weren't ready (Boy, boy)
'Member the time when my youngen had a madness, I gave him a shank, and his hands turned jelly?
Have you heard an M10 on repeat just beatin' and beatin' and beatin' and beatin'?
Have you ever cheffed man point black, civilian screamin', "He's bleedin', he's bleedin', he's bleedin'" (He's bleedin')
No, I think you fuckin' did
Goddy beat that ting wid a rusty pin
I was up close live when I clutched on him
I ain't seen another n***a on a rucksack ting like me
Corn lickin' off on the mains, I speed
Faceshot, now his mum can't ID
Matter fact, don't mind me (Ayy, don't mind, ayy, ayy)