Right or Wrong

[Intro]
ES on the beat

[Verse 1: V9]
98 Gang, I'm Homerton livin' (Slatt)
Get bit by my kitchen (Ching, ching)
Back road, this ding-dong spinnin' (Skrrt), see him (Ayy), ching it (Splash)
My young boys did it, how's your lad that's gone down in history? (How?)
What a mystery (Huh?), we call that one a conspiracy

[Verse 2: Kay-O]
More time, pissed if I'm takin' search (Pissed)
Caught-caught-caught on a works without ridin', no, can't snitch, so I'm takin' bird (Ayy, free 'em)
Got-got beef in the streets, we gon' shoot each block, they just all gotta wait their turn (Baow, baow)
I-I-I'll do the damn thing in these latex gloves and you still might feel that burn (You know)

[Verse 3: V9]
They-they-they-they-they-they take pictures, we take shots (Baow), no verbal, it sprays out of dots (Grrt, baow, baow)
It's full, watch him stop (Mm-hm), that's him done (Ayy), out of luck (Done)
Get-get 'round there, I can't go later (No), watch me rise like a Super Saiyan (Charged up)
Charged up on the mains and spray it off (Mm-hm), swing this one like the guy from the Matrix (Ay)

[Verse 4: Kay-O]
Bro take that spinner, I'll take that dots (That's both), we was steppin' in dingers two guns up (They know)
Green-green light, that's two thumbs up (Baow), when I get pissed off, I just do dumb stuff (Baow)
They ain't ever dumped off, I'm so 98, but I'm still a hundred
Rides, we've done countless, done in abundance, that block's washed, we really don't trouble 'em

[Verse 5: V9]
This gun packs a punch, Call of Duty (Baow, baow)
I'm on a back road doin' up booky (Ayy, come here)
Beg you come this way and you're losin' (Umm-hmm)
I've been outside with a naughty (Yes), new shaped whip, it comes sporty (Mm)
Rev it up, we're just skrrin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Me and bro hop out in one motion (Ayy), rub him out like it's lotion

[Verse 6: Kay-O]
Violate first, put him in the dirt, he needin' a doctor or needin' a nurse (That's none)
I'd rather hit jail than a hearse, I know the opps wish me worse (I know they wish)
Step strips with the gang, take risk and lurk
It ain't a thing to grip on a shank then twist and turn (It ain't a thing)
Jakes wanna frisk my hand, take me off the curb

[Chorus: V9 & Kay-O]
I got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right), my Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)
Dark stones and my light was strong, it's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Baow)
Pump it, get back and rip it (Baow, baow)
Bro kick him, I'll ching him (Mm-hm)
Tryna leave their whole team finished, them boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen

[Verse 7: V9]
Wipe it clean, no Mr Sheen (Baow, baow)
I ain't jakes, I ain't tellin' man, "freeze" (No chance)
See man run when they see my Sammy (Ayy, come here), it splits in two, that's double damage (Bankai)
Trip up, unlimited stabbings (Mm-hm), wet man's head, why you keep cappin'? (Ching, ching)
Bro's too itchy, he'll slap it (Baow, baow)
Chest shot, watch him fly like Aladdin (Gone)

[Verse 8: Kay-O]
Loadin' a double, that's two in a row
Turn a man article, left in a column (Baow, baow)
On sight, often, even at carnival, buck into gang, find yourself in a problem (They know)
Don't get yourself gotten
This shit's ments, there be snitches and wrong'uns (Ments)
Times I've grabbed latex gloves and step, they were tryna get their hands on condoms

[Verse 9: V9]
Strap up, wrap man like a condom (Baow, baow)
I'm blacked out, doin' up Gotham (Mm-hm)
Bad B come this way and come swallow (Double S)
He got ****, bro, he can't swallow (Ouch)
What a sorrow (Mm-hm), he got-got, watch the rudeboy wobble (Damn)
Pick him out just like Jenga (Ayy)
Who's that? Leave him wet like a blender (Baow, baow)

[Verse 10: Kay-O]
I wanna get rich, who wants poverty? (It's fucked)
So we all on trappin' and robbery (That's robbery)
You ain't never crept in while they're choppin' weed (Have you?)
That's trees in a bag, what a mockery (That's dumb)
Bring the paper home like Potter's free
Except police, nobody's stoppin' me
Release my friends out of custody (Free 'em)
Why's everybody bad so suddenly? (Why?)

[Chorus: V9 & Kay-O]
I got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right), my Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)
Dark stones and my light was strong, it's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Baow)
Pump it, get back and rip it (Baow, baow)
Bro kick him, I'll ching him (Mm-hm)
Tryna leave their whole team finished, them boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen (Ayy, no)

[Outro]
ES on the beat