[Intro: Monkey and Carns Hill]
Gang shit, 67
SRB seperation confirmed
OSG where it started
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Brixton Hill
You understand? Woo

[Verse 1: Monkey]
Step correct with that Mac
You know we dressed in all black
No funeral, no funeral, man's turning up tryna wack
Done a mad ting the other day
Now man chill with bae in them flats
Them opp boys just run their mouth
They don't know nuttin' about waps
Gang shit on the stage
Gang shit on the pave'
Still cutting shapes in the rave (Yeah)
Bro cra' in the funkyhouse
And my brudda C got the flake
Dip-dip-dip-dip, from qway dipping's been cra'
From young n***as we rised up, how the fuck you think they got cake? (How the fuck?)
Keep my family close, there's fake love
I ain't sliding with snakes
67, add the 4 bitch, with the .40's dem, we don't play
Still a grubby yout' from OJ, I don't play
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Man still step correct with them waps
I put my kicks on your concrete flats
See your face I'mma concrete, dat
Big fuck-off stones you can catch
I'm still in the flats with my gang
We got more skengs and we've got new plans
That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands
Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy
Who's running shit? Please tell me
I'm on money, I love the Queen's face
If it's business then you can call me
Keep shit running, I beg you don't stall me
From coins to thousands unruly
Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies

[Verse 2: LD]
Don't make a phone call, get a man whacked
I'm comfy, getting in racks
Last year we got a few new waps (Skengs)
And we're riding for any little chat
Fling it in the ride, fling on the rap
I don't even know if it's Bis or Trap
Machine is a MizOrMac
That's twenty-five shots, you don't rep no gang
Skid around where you hang
Screaming out "6, Gang!"
I get paid cos all of these fans (Yeah alla dat)
But I'm still here dishing out amm'
Young driller of the year last year
I'll probably give it to Itch or Lam (Little bros dem)
They were stepping on their own last year, this year you'll probably see them with man
Any show, man turn up with gang
Stay shit, man fuck up the shanks
Everywhere pengtings screaming out "Gang!"
Anywhere, pengtings wanna do gang
Summer '16 I was ducking from the undies and TSG vans (Putting in work)
No face, no case, no way these Jakes can't prove who I am
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Man still step correct with them waps
I put my kicks on your concrete flats
See your face I'mma concrete, dat
Big fuck off stones you can catch
I'm still in the flats with my gang
We got more skengs and we've got new plans
That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands
Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy
Who's running shit? Please tell me
I'm on money, I love the Queen's face
If it's business then you can call me
Keep shit running, I beg you don't stall me
From coins to thousands unruly
Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies