Dilemma

[Intro: CrashMatic, Hitman, DLA]
Big CrashMatic, you know what it is
You niggas don't want no static
Find them and bine them, grrt
Free the guys man, free the guys man
You know who it is
Jump out days
Find them and bine them
SAS or get stretched
Bow
Fres got chinged by the gang
Latts got chinged by the gang
Boothe got chinged by the gang
Twin got chinged and the other Twin ran
I swear Boost's big bro got blammed
Bagz got chinged in his neck and sang
TB got chinged in his head, like damn, like damn, like damn

[Verse 1: DLA]
Y-y-you can tanned or sun, see the wap best run or see red like jelly
I got some dilemmas like Nelly
I'm tryna catch one and put a yutе on the telly
Who's that caramel barbiе? Looking like she need some dick in her belly
I got some blood on my shoes from splashing this yute
Like maybe he shoulda wore wellies
No ticks from the cats, I make sure it's on, point
I'm tryna save every penny
A-a-all you do is smoke, of course you do
You can hit me up in my celly
I had them chattin' bare lies in their bars
And now I'm mad about bars like Kenny
Dem man dere talk like they ain't been chinged but trust me gang done plenty

[Verse 2: DA]
Do slappings and back road stabbings
Don't do chattings or verbs
Give me the word, I'll be outside first
Main road with the over and under
Or man spin round or Dezzie reverse
Shotgun gift right by the Albos
And the handting came fresh from the Turks
Take in what I put in my verse
Of course all of my guys on fuckeries
All of them blocks mans studied
So I'm in London Fields no hurry
Twin saw Twin get chucky
Boost saw me and got jumpy
We all find my man fucking funny
They're missing their shots 'cah they don't wanna buck me
Me and C8 getting dumpy

[Chorus: DLA]
Fres got chinged by the gang
Latts got chinged by the gang
Boothe got chinged by the gang
Twin got chinged and the other Twin ran
I swear Boost's big bro got blammed
Bagz got chinged in his neck and sang
TB got chinged in his head, like damn, like damn, like damn
Like John got chinged and when he got chinged he still had the mash in his hand
Switch got chinged whilst sitting in the can, also done by gang
Blacka try run up on me then run off from me, he's no badman

[Verse 3: DA]
S-s-slide through the L and complete my journey
Any yute's getting put in my percy
LB didn't need an attorney, his head got split and he snitched from early
Driver rev it up in the box, .38 get cocked, get blazed if it worthy
And Boothe got shot from a birdy, and I'm LF'K if you heard me
And Bookey's one of the quickest
All they ever talk is history
Corn get beat off on Pownall
Cross back over and touch bae's quickly
Driver got the stick on shifty
Man treat Redpitch like pickneys
How they ain't dropped? I'm intrigued
'Nuff man been splashed it's silly

[Verse 4: Hitman]
We don't ride cat, why you take down for?
Fuck it, finna just load this .4's
Opp block steppin', let me find me a target
I was in jail when Boothe got clarted
In my cell, fall back just laughin'
'Cah I know that gang's still barkin'
We done 'nuff of them back it and dump it, drill it in public
See twelve just cuttin', I might have to up it
Flem me a neekin'
On the back of the 3's or Vesp
Or the next ped, we call, Aunite Bev
Pull up and skid on dem
We doing it still, I ain't needin' a reason
Quick lack 'cah that's how I'm feelin'
Can't take [?], skrr is appealing
Put Teey down in the box, puss boy needed a liftin'
I won't mention Bookey's name, but we know he's the quickest
T got bun in the shop, Mojo got his face beat off
Nobi digital dashed, left Bookey
Which one am I on?

[Outro: DLA]
Fres got chinged by the gang
Latts got chinged by the gang
Boothe got chinged by the gang
Twin got chinged and the other Twin ran
I swear Boost's big bro got blammed
Bagz got chinged in his neck and sang
TB got chinged in his head, like damn, like damn, like damn