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(X10) Give waps to the soldiers Need us a pack, true the gangdem stoners Need one dead, but two is a bonus Under arrest, don't lose composure We don't ever speak to the feds Comin' like they don't know what the code is Live in the flesh, got no chest But on the net, man are typin' the boldest (It's comin') We don't get into shootouts 'Cah the mandem don't shoot back I pull up and use that Use that, nigga, boot that Shoot that Get shot in your chest Through your lungs, you can't use that If I jump out the car right now, wap in my palm You know I'ma use that We do shootin' with intent Gun ready fi shoot, from mi clip in there Roll out, we nuh fear friggin' feds Like a roll out, now with the chippin' there Cyaan diss K or you're friggin' dead V9 roll with the friggin' TEC S-Killa make you know what a livin' hell Unnuh better don't try this, you will end Picked your side, you best stay there Whatever the weather, we makin' it rain there Chase opps like we chasin' papers Take drops, shottas make way there If Cash is Max, Abz is Biggs Then Hits has gotta be Wayne then Shank or wap, you're mad 'bout fists Pissed if you make that mistake then Here, roll with the heat, watch the woosh done free OSS like I'm CP3 Claim 16, now I burn a boy's skin Crocodile teeth on my enemies Like Eminem, I'm in the A doin' miles Don't move right, get put down G9, stop this car right now Let me hop out and juice that down How can they talk on us? We pull up and hella man dust They get shanked up, we don't keep it a buck They give verbal, but ain't got no funds, no guns How can they chat on us? I'm stunned, that bredrin movin' nuts (Gems) It's wrong How they lie on us? Zinc fed, so mi gun ah beat 'til him dead Mi run dung and beat chat fi drill chest Throw mi gun ah feet, charge mi ting clear Scope within thread Dem know mi dark, nuh think seh Skilli nah go kill dem Do nuh talk nuh frig red Roll wid di arm, ah di crocodile shark As yuh quin shot gone up him head Big long ting wid di kickstand Kill dem instant, kill from distance Mi nuh wait pon people, nuh response Big chopstick weh ah rapid out ching-chong Real murderer, no filter Strike hard, knock e ginger, gun ah kick ball Silencer, gun ah whisper Boy dem fulla big talk, man ah big man Circle dem ends inna field or park up e Benz Kill dem inna teeda How mi fi fear dem, dem ah eediat Nobody cyaan save dem, no reader Mi gun ah buss nuh feel, yuh gun ah cut nuh bleed Di clip ah done nuh healer Cyaan patch dem up, nuh fee size Ah joke, we roll up wid di thugs ah beat chat Tempt me, tings filled up with plenty Give away coppers to beggars Opps beg me not to give 'em these pennies Get my boots out and go and test my technique So long for whose feet are heavy Control it, see them, press delete Free the bros, they really on volts Any little vio' gets taken to extreme They love talk on socials Too much talk in the tings Until you're walkin' on wing, just look in the postal Get crashed by gang, you're that type of man To see us not set and make phone calls It's a rebound ting instead If I ever had to do legs 'cah I never had it local (X10)