Levels

[Intro]
LikkleDotz on the beat
It's LikkleDotz OTB

[Verse 1]
He approached me and got his arse beat
Thought I was a neek 'til I showed him levels
Right hook, uppercut, knees and jabs
The opps get attacked when they step on my land
Bitch wanna jeet me, she can't do that
If I don't wanna slap, I'll fling it to the gang
He got-got on a vacant night
When we got his older the sky was bright
The opps love tempt me, tease me
It's all fun and games 'til their friends on the TV
He got-got on the CCTV
They didn't catch me, must've turnt Houdini
That was thirteen man on a case
When they caught my mate but we left theirs bleedin'
Rip through tendos, tear through vessels
Puncture organs, no way is he healin'
I'm a different type of savage
Go ask about me, I'm on none of the chattings
If one of their mates got captured
Don't even think, just know it's the Crashers
I'll show man real life badness
Go on their block, see a team of actors
The way he got-got was tragic
They're screamin' stop but we kept on stabbin'

[Chorus]
I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'
Still tryna make me a killin'
On the opp block man's sinnin'
Juice bare spillin'
Gyally on me want dickings
Got a slim brownin' with a largest back
Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang
She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang
'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang
I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'
Still tryna make me a killin'
On the opp block man's sinnin'
Juice bare spillin'
Gyally on me want dickings
Got a slim brownin' with a largest back
Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang
She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang
'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

[Verse 2]
I just spotted a yute from a distance
I'm tryna get up close, tryna take his life
Start of the day's the hardest decision
Should I bring the flicky or the Rambo knife?
Handbrake skiddin' on opp blocks
Big bro done that in a drop-top
Anytime that I've been 'round there it's a bruck down motor
Old school, I done it with a one pop
That's one in the head
Bro-bro got five more shells in his pocket
All the verbal stuff is useless
Buck me in the field, let's see if you're on it
Stupid, stupid, he thought he could prove it
Now he's layin' there flat like a battery
Stuff four man up in that back seat
And look for someone's son to pack please
They attempt them drillings and fail
We attemp them drillings, accomplish missions
And send a man straight to hell
Hammers get backed, they scream like girls
You would've thought they had fake hair and nails
CG to the end
Whatever I done, I'll do it again
Rise up smoke for all of my friends

[Chorus]
I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'
Still tryna make me a killin'
On the opp block man's sinnin'
Juice bare spillin'
Gyally on me want dickings
Got a slim brownin' with a largest back
Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang
She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang
'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang
I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'
Still tryna make me a killin'
On the opp block man's sinnin'
Juice bare spillin'
Gyally on me want dickings
Got a slim brownin' with a largest back
Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang
She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang
'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

[Outro]
LikkleDotz on the beat
It's LikkleDotz OTB