[Intro: Q2T]
Culture
City Boys in the building
Plugged in with Fumez right now
Straight off the plane you know we're working
Voice is a bit fucked but yeah, we're here
Two

[Verse 1: Q2T]
Bando boy I don't do no D's but I still might click this wap, trap
Do it with pats and flats, passa on me, I can't lack (No)
Do it still scrapin' up bowls and doing up road and buying up poles
Everyone tellin' me that I might blow (True)
I'm flying them O's
I got a bird, buy it in bulk
Running it up and I'm doing the most (Prr, prr)
K still flying them whole
I only see bro when he's coming to a show
Or I'm in O with a pack of both (Bando)
And them man talk 'bout drills (Hah)
They ain't on smoke (No they ain't)
They ain't on smoke

[Verse 2: Chappo]
Man just hit up bro-bro's phone
Didn't stay for five figures easy (You know)
Please believе me l, them man slack in the trap, that's neeky (Argh)
See a tidal wavе get whipped in a pyrex bowl, that's yola sailing (Shh, shh)
Drip-Drip when I sprinkle it from the tap man flake it (Argh)
More time I get trap complacement
Cah I have to bruck down a brick 'pon pavement
One time took a trip to the 6 with six in the clip for the boy that beef me (Grr)
Bro too tap one, hung out the ride so I swished that easy (Bow)
European plug try talk 'bout drought, man's connected like BT
[Verse 3: Q2T]
Look, I ain't throwing no deuces so tell me who you're fightin' for (Who?)
One phone call I can have four attack members, pop, slidin' doors (Bow-bow)
It coulda been Bandz or Sav, or it's Starz and Bully (Bully)
I'm in Killy latex and my hoody
I fling it in S swervin' A boogie (Skrr)
Look, Churches don't do talkin' if I see a opp, I ain't saying wagwarn (nah)
LK's on chattins go tell the net how you got disarmed (True)
You must be silly like it weren't me
Why you text South Killy (Brr)
If I step in the dance with CSB tugs
We ain't doing no jiggy (Bow-bow)

[Verse 4: Chappo]
CSB take caution, we ain't gotta give out no final warning
We got waps, big portion
If bro shoot, then gang scoring
Late night draws or early morning
Might get round in a bruck down Vectra, last time we done it in a Astra (Argh)
Run a man tryna see who's faster, trip up, man slaughter
Could of been the 9 for the dots if SK, brang the spin 6 for the karma (Woo)
None of them opps don't want no drama
The nine try draw and got kara (Yeah)
Crash corn, they don't come outside (Skrr)
Nine boys get pressured like water
Ching or trim like your local barber
[Verse 5: Q2T]
I don't wanna mention SK
Cah them little boys round there look tired (Tired)
They don't shoot like Pressplay
I think them YG's need to get fired (Hah)
Come to my block it's frying
Corn still flying, birds still flying
Like 'cause we're trying, the opps still dying
Tell me I'm lying (Bow-bow)
Don't trip when it pops
Kai's in the pot love whipping a lot
Care plus I'm sippin' a lot
Got Gucci in my rizz I'm tripping a lot (Brr-brr)
You must think that I'm taking the pot (True)
Nah I mean taking the piss
And you know if we get that drop
Boom, CSB taking the bricks

[Verse 6: Chappo]
I don't really G-check age (Nah)
More time if I sense that you've been involved
Imma do that out full rage, brave
Smack that yute, behave (Fuck that)
We got all type of tings
Got PR's, a dot-dots and twins (Bow-bow)
Got a nine and a baby in (Bow-bow)
Got rounds and rounds for the skorpion
Bro-bro let that ring no ping
More time the paigons ain't fly
Cah the modern warfare on their block is a hazard
Mind you'll get yourself splattered (Splattered)
Daggered, like a girl up in the dance man hammered
I put the bruck back inside the rucksack
Cah you know it love beat like a badders (Bow-bow-bow)
[Outro]
Fumez the Engineer