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[Intro]
Wadiz this?
KatManDu

[Verse 1: Digga D]
Can't lie, one time got it poppin'
He backed his shank and stayed, can't knock it (Okay)
And when Sav gets mad, can't stop him
Riding, glide on the opps dem often (Often)
I think that I added too much mag'
Cah the oil looks weird and the work weren't locking (Fuck)
Cop it, chop it, pop them guns
Get hot on the block, man shot that (That's right)

[Verse 2: Sav'O]
More action, less chattings, chattings
Sav too sav', I'm a savage (No chattings)
Back then, man, it could've been K or J
Just know that both of us whacked him (No capping)
Jump out, whoosh, like I'm Taze
On a next man's block, let's see who's on badness (Savage)
The opps don't control their block
They ain't doing a lot, they ain't into the action (Mad ting)

[Verse 3: M'Skum]
Skid 'round with five (Skrr), tryna find them guys
I ain't talking no burger
Have you ever seen a .40 spin (Bow) with the hollow tips
That's a lethal burner
Free bro, that's a well known lurker (Free bro)
Suttin' got slapped, no Tina (Bow)
But I'm talking two hands on a turner (Bu-boosh)

[Verse 4: TY]
Saw man step and I jumped out, cheffed him
His bredrin left him, guess he weren't on it (Dickhead)
Last time that I revved up my engine
I had man's face all over my bonnet (All over)
Hold on, who's that? What's that? Slow down
Jump out quick, make sure he don't clock it (Ugh)
Whip it and lock it, chop it
Traphouse working that profit

[Verse 5: Rack5]
All now I hear chat for days
No one ain't done that
Two in a day, who you think done that?
Drill their block and them boy don't come back
No take backsies, I know about drills in cabbies
Like, when man go carni and suttin' gets spilt on trackies (Course it does)

[Verse 6: Striker]
Up front in the field
That's Striker CGM (Luga Vellz)
Big dots in my top or the fours on their block
When I'm lurking for these gems (Bow)
Like my nigga DoubleTap, I'm in love with skengs (Bro)
My four long is heartless, that's my trusted friend (Free him)

[Verse 7: Horrid1]
Niggas know what I'm on with the cheffers (Horrid)
Flick that, dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers (Err)
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds (Err)
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons (Bow)
Smith & Wesson, .357 (You know)
Slip, trip, get severed
Touch my estate, rudeboy, get peppered (Err)

[Verse 8: Dodgy]
Free bro, he's a one hand tapper
2.2, three man, .44, five shots in this six shot spanner
Shouts Hunch, he's a well known chinger
Done it with him like Rack5 and Digga
Control that spinner
Remington grip and then burn that ringer

[Verse 9: Splasha]
It's Splasha, the nutter
Well known 'cause I use my cutter
My man tripped so we made him suffer
Can't get nicked, tryna see the summer
Numerous cases, one for a shank, two shavers
That's four mans, two places
Bro hit- with-, good aiming

[Outro]
All now I hear chat for days
That's Striker CGM
Free bro, he's a one hand tapper
Dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons