[Verse 1: LD]
(Ayy) I'm gettin' sick of this shit
If you rap and you hide your face
And you ain't with the Six
Then you're all my kids
We put waps on the block
And we'll take you to anyone's strip
I got peng tings shakin' their asses
And they all want all of this dick
We've come a long way from the chicken and chips
Now there's steak on the plate
Come a long way from the pushbike day, when waps I smoke mans face
Its been a long time since I've touched these roads with all of my mates
I ain't gonna talk, they know
Still pull up and whack man bait

[Chorus: LD]
I mashed work with bro, I ain't gotta mention names (Never)
Right now, everythin' flames (Hot)
I don't even show my face (No way)
I swear I'm on obbo, I don't know how I caught this case
Right now, I'm lookin' at 9, fuck it, I ain't tryna look that way (Fuck it)
I got no behaviour in rentals, watch how I swerve this Range (Skrr)
Jump out, get man down, cut, I ain't tryna word exchange (No way)
Told Crystal "shake that bumper"
You see the [?]
She knows that I'm doin' up shows and road
She knows that it's gettin' me paid (Real shit)
And we know we ain't playin' no games (No games)
I'm on a bussdown 18K
They told [?] upgrading the chain (Bussdown)
K-Trap work magic in the pot, I'm callin' him David Blaine (My bro)
I don't even eat in my house no more, he made all of the forks touch 'caine
This year, I'm doin' up Bags Aand Boxes and I ain't even workin' with Blade
Whip it in the 'rex, cut it with the blade
No less than 5 when we touch them [?]
Knightsbridge knows when a n***a gets paid (They love us)
I still push packs in and out estates (In and out)
Still gotta lurk with the 4s or the gage
Every odd day gotta take fed chase [?]
[Verse 2: K-Trap]
The whole gang's unruly, horrendous 40
Man just crash these crime scenes chalky
I ain't never been talky
Balenci Runners and a tracksuit, man just stepped out sporty
12 gage, fling in a gym bag, man just stepped out sporty
Connect just threw me a package
Now feelin' Pablo (Escobar)
Quarter chicken, no Nandos
Do it up in the bando
Come round with the spin
I could play John Wayne or Django
Spin it like a roulette, do you up on the backroad
5 of the pack[?], just lengthy, run, it'll blow your back out
Had to go punch up the worker for chillin' in the trap with a pack out
How much nights did I spend in the trap house?
How much Lyca cards got scratched out?
How much times did I step on badness?
How much opps got whacked and blacked out?
And I ain't gotta lie, its blatant
I'm pissed off, all my n***as in jail
'cause a n***a weren't shy with the statements
The boy there, just draw us
I'm starting to get impatient
I soon smoke me, certain someone
And let my young boy claim him
[Chorus: LD]
I mashed work with bro, I ain't gotta mention names (Never)
Right now, everythin' flames (Hot)
I don't even show my face (No way)
I swear I'm on obbo, I don't know how I caught this case
Right now, I'm lookin' at 9, fuck it, I ain't tryna look that way (Fuck it)
I got no behaviour in rentals, watch how I swerve this Range (Skrr)
Jump out, get man down, cut, I ain't tryna word exchange (No way)
Told Crystal "shake that bumper"
You see the [?]
She knows that I'm doin' up shows and road
She knows that it's gettin' me paid (Real shit)