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[Verse 1: K'oz]
I don't know who got bun
Man pull up and BOW so much
It could have been me or Smugz
The feds don't know my face
But they just know my gun
Like if you hear "BOW-BOW"
Then you know man just come
So nigga don't slip or run
Just hold it firm
O13 I caught a case
Since then I've been holding birds
But right know I'm trying to fly them
Gyal wanna holler on snap
But then get pissed when I pie them
And the opps wanna talk my name and then get pissed when I fry them
Like you had that coming
They got the drop on me
But they still left there running
Man talk KFC like it weren't Mac Ds that I bun him
I said man talk KFC like it weren't Mac Ds that I bun him
Like it weren't Mac Ds that I bun him

[Verse 2: SmugzyAce]
Lurk, lurk, lurk in an ST stolen whip
Breaking laws, kick back mad
Shotgun roars, don't give me no dirty glance
Strapped in a dance
Manaman shining, take them jewels
Got that du-du-du-bow no April fools
Handy tools
3-2 next to my balls
Me and T we're taking tours, taking tours
Doing up Mazza with the fours
Me and T we're taking tours, taking tours
Doing up Mazza with the fours
Free bro, Free bro, got nicked for the dots for beating off shots
Shh, case still on, can't talk too much
Feds on the watch cause they know that we step too much
Someone got touched
Bun my man, now we hop [?] with the crutch

[Verse 3: S White]
I don't even know where to go
I live 'round there, got beef 'round there, so I step with smoke
Gotta circle the grove
Before I step in the home
Got 3 in the S
Smugz controlling the chrome
Like K put one in your dome
Man do drillings and go
Pull up like ho
Retaliation rate got these niggas on ropes
Got them man thinking twice before they pick up the smoke
Like if you can't handle the heat
Boy you better stay in the cold
Like you better just stay in the cold
Like I don't even know what they're on
Man love talk get clapped
Why you ain't talking don
Like did have to get clapped, to know what we're on
Boy got clapped that's fact
Half of his head top gone
Like half of his head top gone
I don't really care where they're from
Chunky corn, got no name, anyone can catch this one
Like mans got heat and food
If we get caught it's on
Like if we get caught it's on

[Verse 4: K'oz]
Never had a Mac with extra fries
Oz's in the Alley with skeng on I
Unlike you I don't flick no shank
I back my mash and I met man dance
How man talk when their doing up roads
Banged your G and you weren't involved
If the corn's too fat for the chrome
File it down, problem solved
That's a problem sorted
I really trying to go for the kill
I was pissed if the slug just caught him
But if there's a will there's a way
Pull up and BOW that's 1AK, ay
Really tryna question my aim
But the sights just off so I ain't to blame
Niggas wan' fuck with my wave
Gelato and cookies, we got that for days
I really tryna get down A
Got Beef with B, their man soon see
Gyaldem just want the D
But trust me that's just reserved for E

[Verse 5: SmugzyAce]
Anywhere gang go, you here that bang bro
No strap, get chinged in your neck with the rambo
Make his blood just fizz, fizz like Tango
Too much pressure, man bang on the opps
They ain't banging back
Got them doing up curfews, staying in bed with the wap
Ten toes chased D with the broom
How them doing up Lattz
Put stones in sticks
Tools in the ride like Wickes
Tours in H with the double barrel
Coming like Twix
Big four-door comes
Give them corn I feed my sons
Wet, diligent dons
AR who, what armed response
Any opp block on my ones
Do that shit with loaded guns

[Verse 6: S White]
Drillas, pull up, pull up on your blocks
Aiming, dashing corn at your tops
Mandem creeping 'round for them opps
Them man dash and leaping like frogs
Spin it, heading back to our blocks
Back roads, ducking, diving from cops
Front seat down, I'm linking that fuck
Keep that bitch's back to that spot
OT grinding, grinding all day
Flip them packs and making it rain
Handling that, that's Abz and young Ace
I was like where you, he's like "trap"
How you think we're coping these waps
Man got beef, we got to stay strapped
Take no L's, my G's don't lack
The ting goes skudu-skudu-skurrap
If it's drilling we're willing for drilling
Revolve the ting and it's spinning
Aim for his chest and I'm hitting
Empty the clip till it's finished
Two-Three we're the sickest
Two-Three we're the illest
We're on to who
You must be kidding

[Verse 7: K'oz]
Had to put down my smoke and pick up my smoke 'cause I ain't tryna take no Ls
Just got off the phone to Smugz
And he told me he got them bells
So I guess that we're shliding again
Where's all the opps, man they're hiding again
And if it's still to fat to the chrome
Then we're back to the filing again
You can never have too much sweets
You don't use yours, you don't use yours
You're rotting your teeth
And man's always in the field
My football bag don't hold no cletes
And man wan' chat about beef
Talk 'bout road but never on streets
Holler at [?], like come, let's go
And link young C and boss them Ds
Hop them squares and buy them skengs
Let's get the opps and all their friends

[Verse 8: S White]
These niggas ain't listening
So they got to speak to my pole
Dotty moving all long
Coming in like an elephant's nose
If you don't know, get to know
Go and ask your bredrin
Nothing ain't squashing
Don't ask no questions
We're drilling and hitting and when we step we ain't missing
We ain't missing
Jump out the Hupti, Boom-Bow
Play in position
Smugz got tekkers
Took his aim and he's hitting
K got the fours
Revolve the ting and it's spinning
Dingers and spinners we're hitting them
They can't hack the pressure we're giving them
Go 'round there, search and destroy
Diligent, Diligent, Diligent
Two-Three this
And Two-Three that
Yeah they came
But we went right back

[Verse 9: SmugzyAce]
Oi, OK, heard there's an ARU
Where, who
Who put smoke in him
Double-tap stuff too in the dotty
Have you heard that sound
When you banged that bin
Opps, running, running, panicking
Dashing
Pushing their friends and missing like madeleine
Target, aim with the 9
Hit that target, coming like Jason Bourne
Chunky sweets, new corn is born
Four-Four hit up your chest
That chest is torn
Skeng in your face like shit then, shit them
Black on black to my night one-tens
Beefing tens
Hit that car them aim like them
Them man doing up tens
Move, move
Double-tap and boom
Heads loose
Shoot, Shoot
Hospital bed or dead
I don't know what to choose
Three-eight-four-four
Doos Doos
Dot-dot kicking like Bruce
Put my man on the news
I don't play no duck-duck-goose