[Intro: Nter]
Eh, alright
Real shit, aye

[Verse 1: Nter]
Front seat and I'm masked up
Don't play games, just ask, cuz
Got ten thugs with ten guns
Five lives with five knives
Fifteen ways that you can die, my hitter's in Hilfiger
No finger action, we pull triggers, before grime, I been a driller
Caution, proceed with caution, rap game extortion
I'm armed with a blade, I do damage
And I'm GBH, so I'm still savage
This real facts, this drill rap, been strapped from them flats
New wave, it's your grave, if no face then no case
Nike track' with them big blades, gang tatts on my face
That thing burst, like a ram raid
I'm a king lad, stay in your place
In a black truck and we strapped up
Steppin' out with them blades tucked
Don't give a fuck, see we gutter bruz
You act tough and you get slumped
What?! This real shit, 45 with that full clip
45 got the full quit, ask about me, underground kings
See I been around since way back
Making money on the search, lad
We paved the way for you young cunts
Body bags get wrapped up
My opps get slashed up, underground but I'm on top
Free Celly, my boy heavy, won't hesitate to cut your belly
Trap runners go gang-gang, we make money, we slang-slang
Live long that bally down, we pullin' up and it's bang-bang
[Interlude: Rops1]
Oi, look
Real talk, oi

[Verse 2: Rops1]
Five adlays in a blacked-out whip
Blacked out tracksuit, blacked out kicks
All blacked out when we hitting them licks
Got a big ros', go do a fuck up ya wrist
I ain't play no games, nah, fuck that, I'ma just aim for a mil'
I'm independent, I do it on my own
My team know for a fact, I don't need no deal
At 15, I was poppin' tills
And creepin' back rooms just to get some cash
Now, I do shows just to earn a stack
I blow that quick 'cause I know I make it back
They wanna chat 'bout shootings
And cheffin' to kicking in doors
But they ain't done none
Go check the scoreboard and see who's winning
I know just for a fact that they ain't cheffed none
I been on road yelling "FTP"
Free all my boys that are locked up now
I've been in the trap for like 8 days straight
Tryna bag this cash and flip these pounds
Yeah, I'm still active, yeah, I'm still on road
Still out here, I ain't stopping this
They wanna send shots but their shots won't hit
If I send shots back, we be dropping things
I told Nter I'ma just grind
He was like Rops go get to the bag
If they wanna try fuck around with the team this year
Just know that I got a big ting dacked
Yeh, I'm doing eetswa, I know my worth
Trust me, cuz, I'ma run this scene
Give me two years and I'll be as big as Kers'
I'll make sure they all fuck with me
I've been progressin' tryna do this
Parole on my back but I still ain't phased
Yeah I'm tryna get to the money this year
But it's fucked up 'cause I can't leave the state
Producers chat and these labels talk
I don't give a fuck about none of these frauds
I ain't tryna get no handouts cuz
If I want something I be booting off gauze
And I got YG's out in the street
That don't play no games when it comes to the trap
Don't try flexing with bands or grams
Or I swear down, cuz, we'll just come to ya gaff
They used to hate on the kid now look where I'm at
I'm on road getting paid from this
I used to shut down sets for free
Now I only turn up if they're paying the kid