Lightwork Part 1

[Intro]
Free all the guys dem
Quick ting, Pressplay, Lightwork
For my shooters and my chingers
Zoners, Hitters
You know how it gets
Look, look, look
Feezie Production
Look

[Verse 1]
Opps dem know that I'm active
Bro had beef so I went there and backed it
Bro-bro gave me the dots, so I went next day
Next day and I crashed it
Yo, reverse that drive-by ting
Bro said shoot so I leaned and I slapped it
Bro slashed him, that's outstanding
Pecknarm still at the top of the rankings
Yo, do road, do street, do map
I'm in OT tryna fly this pack
Twenty-eight grams in each, man chopped that down like you do the maths
600 rocks in O, I can't come back 'til it's nuttin' but cash
Two hands when I slap this mash
Man'a use one hand when I step and splash
Two-two step when I ping it with vision
Lock my arms, aim up and pivot
Do it with flair, man'a do it with rhythm
Me, Snoop, LR, did it
Free shh on a case right now
Free him up, real talk man he finished
And long time I ain't seen Branning
It was Bagel King where he whipped it
And I still ring trap on a late night
Shoutout Ibz 'cause he whips my flake right
I'm in Baker Street doing up date night
With a sweet one doing up FaceTime
And I swear man don't even drink
But this daiquiri ting, it hit on my face right
Man done, ran through town like a train line
And man talk, keep talk 'til I raise man
I'm in the bando drying this liz'
And now I'm chopping down all of this dizz
How many times have we stepped 'round there?
Oh lord, tryna leave man rinsed
I swear all of my opps are tired and all of them need to retire
See dem man screaming out Pecknarm'K like, LOL, none of us dying
Now why the opps dem stress?
Cah one got chinged in his head
The other got chinged in his chest, stress
The other got shot in his chest
What, none of us dropped their friend?
Hold up, let me just shout Y.Latz (Hah)
How's he gonna talk that wass when his sister's a slag and his olders dead?
Ayy, offers is on me want flirt
Girl got a back, but the face just hurt
Mash that work, blood spill on the curb
Try kweng man's face, but the mash didn't work
MCQ from my head to my toes
Cut tru' the rave, better hide all your hoes
Tuck in your chain or I'm grabbing it, bro
Bro, pass me the skeng let me slap at his throat (Bro, bro)
Yo, fling on my mask and hoodie
Yeah, you know that I'm gassed up fully
Five foot eight on the strip, I'm a bully
I'm with soaks, got the stick in my hoodie
Lean out the ride, tryna show what's goodie
Still out 'ere with a J, no Goody
Naija ting, with a back like Fumi
Do it like P, put my shank in fully
Yo, I'm looking at my opp boy's vids (I'm looking at my opp boy's vids)
Like he's dead and he's dead, go ride for your friend
Yo, my man dodged that bullet
But you know little bro got M'd
And, big bro held him a chest shot quick
But he shoulda stepped out with a vest
Yo, long legs done got cheffed in his arm
Cah' the boy try to cover his neck
YPB tryna leave man drenched
Dip splash, I do it like Kenz
And right now man's billing up zoots
(Anything) Anything get-get boot
Anything B get boot
Fuck that man smoke on dem man too
Hah

Part 2

If it weren't by Maxo, then it's Squeezo, or it's Snoop
Didn't have bells for the thing back then
So the rambo had to do
Jakes
My man watch me splash his bro
How you still rap when your boys got ghost?