This is a diss aimed towards the 7th, a gang situated in Newham, London. Recently a member of the 7th, CB, was arrested for shooting at police officers. He was sentenced for a minimum of 20 years in prison.
[Intro]
Gotcha bitch
Blood on the shank (Eugh that's nasty)
Beg man move it (Fucking butters)
Look at this yat (Fucking slag)
Moving foolish (Way too catty')
Said that your bad (Uh uh nah)
Fucking prove it (How you gon' do it)
In front of your trap (Bando door)
Watch man boot it
[Chorus]
Step on my strip get bun (Ay)
Why you gon' leave your bredrin (Why?)
Chat that shit get bun (Brr)
Bruck shot step and dead him (Bow)
Cut when I kweff this cunt (Move)
Run in the party and wet him (Ching)
Blood gon' spill like rum (Uh-uh)
Waps on deck mans steppin'
Step on my strip get bun (Ay)
Why you gon' leave your bredrin (Why?)
Chat that shit get bun (Brr)
Bruck shot step and dead him (Bow)
Cut when I kweff this cunt (Move)
Run in the party and wet him (Ching)
Blood gon' spill like rum (Uh-uh)
Waps on deck mans steppin'
[Verse 1]
Rambzy's in the bag I'll grab em'
They thought they can run their trap
How can I lack, my shank games pattern (Tekkers)
Chetes' skeng or shank, turn man dank, I won't just slap em' (Never dat)
Straties, 7th, uh uh, smoke man down when I creep and catch him
Been in the field 10 toes on the pitch, don't be a bitch just stab him (Do it)
Told man don't give lip, don't get wigged, you can't stop lacking (Ediat)
Six v six on the strip, on sight shit, with the sword I'm backin' (Upsah)
Upsah hittin' them licks, dishing out bits in the back road trappin' (Jordans)
The kits them can't stop cattin' (Catty)
No face and bali's, that's Band Aid mode on the opp block
Do it 'round [?] like I did in stratty (Shit den)
Your girlfriend gave me uck, pattern her up, before you try at me (Dickhead)
Stuff sweet corn all in the mash, it won't be sweet when it hit's that patty (Brr)
Chucky and Tif when I draw for the kitch, opp block straight in the cabby (Skrr)
On smoke when I step with the suttin' (Brucky)
Kweng man down with the strally (Smoke man)
Best move when the 12 starts bruckin' (Move)
Boom and clart that akhi (Move it)
I gave your sister dick and she don't give a shit that I beef her family (Patterns)
Now he's upset and angry (He's crying)
[Chorus]
Step on my strip get bun (Ay)
Why you gon' leave your bredrin (Why?)
Chat that shit get bun (Brr)
Bruck shot step and dead him (Bow)
Cut when I kweff this cunt (Move)
Run in the party and wet him (Ching)
Blood gon' spill like rum (Uh-uh)
Waps on deck mans steppin' (Ay)
[Verse 2]
He weren't tryna back out nuttin', blood gon' drop watch when I touch him (Pussy)
I don't care if he's cool with my cousin, shit then fuck trust I'll cut him (Trust me)
I step on my strip with shells, now I can't come too the sixty dungeon (Never)
I don't care if he's with his girl, she can sleep on the L when I dun him (Bow)
In the room tryna play with a toy, now I'm in the field playing search and destroy ayy
Militant itch with the squad, tryna chop and dice this boy (Cut him)
You ain't been to my strip your frass, skeng gon' smack when I ting this noise (Brr)
I swear that I beat mans yat, don't act brave your fucking moist (Ai don't force him)
Don't try run, stand your ground you ain't got no choice (Don't try run off)
Don't get bun, I can't even walk with this ting on my groin (Shit den)
Head, tummy or chest, I think it's heads when I flip that coin (Uh-huh)
Ten out of ten she's bae, I'll still wife her even though she annoying (Ay)
Whipping a pot (Whippin'), yard man rinsing it off (Brr)
Trapstar cling in these rocks, blood start, upsah, chinging it up (Opp get dipper)
Bodies get dropped, your friends get shot, better kissing a thot (Dickheads)
I'll smoke when I skid on your block (Skrr), something gon drop when I grip on a mop (Woosh, bow, ayy)
Me and bro done two's on a shotty (Fuck)
That's two man deep like Ghost and Tommy, really tryna hit that donnie (Bow)
In the rave got both dry hands on fuckries, chef that pussio properly (Cheff up)
Shh got splashed right out side Colly nearly got dun with a dotty
Wagwan God knows you ain't on me
[Chorus]
Step on my strip get bun (Ay)
Why you gon' leave your bredrin (Why?)
Chat that shit get bun (Brr)
Bruck shot step and dead him (Bow)
Cut when I kweff this cunt (Move)
Run in the party and wet him (Ching)
Blood gon' spill like rum (Uh-uh)
Waps on deck mans steppin'
Step on my strip get bun (Ay)
Why you gon' leave your bredrin (Why?)
Chat that shit get bun (Brr)
Bruck shot step and dead him (Bow)
Cut when I kweff this cunt (Move)
Run in the party and wet him (Ching)
Blood gon' spill like rum (Uh-uh)
Waps on deck mans steppin'
Ghost & Tommy was written by Striker (Y.ACG).
Ghost & Tommy was produced by GotchaBeats.
Striker (Y.ACG) released Ghost & Tommy on Thu Feb 21 2019.