Silence Any Disrespect

[Intro]
(This is Wayze on the track, got it?)
(Shegy mixed it)

[Verse 1: R6]
Never got the invite, we come to the party
Putin come through, me and my army
Bad bitch in my hand love pardy
When I play, I'm first, not lardy
I ain't tryna scooch from the back of the car seat
Foreign whip, skrrt off classy
He got kwenged in his face, so nasty
We got six, how can I not rass weed?

[Verse 2: Graveyard]
They're tryna talk on Itch, it's irrelevant
You get turned to a graveyard resident
We're winnin' this beef, it's evident
Slap that bait, our waps ain't celibate
When Perm never left no evidence
Rubbed on the scene, couldn't use no medicine
How you ain't glide for your president?
Show that bait on the day of remembrance

[Verse 3: Silent]
'021, I was live with pack, they were live on the 'Gram, we was live with the scram
Scream the Drive, you can fly with your mans
On my life, if we're live, it's stuck
Twist and turn till they slam on my nank
Skid and skrrt, told bro, "Don't crash"
We made them angry boys go mad
Talk on Itch, get put in a pack

[Verse 4: Dopesmoke]
Can you name me a block us man ain't spun for fun?
We're the reason Lambeth's done
All of the opps got somethin' in common, it's more than common their friends are bud
Spill juice like Tropical Rhythms, course I'm kiddin', it's more like Punch
When us man did him, I ripped his lung
These points that we got are more than luck

[Verse 5: R6]
He wanna talk on my name, okay
We gettin' money, boy, stay in your lane
P was five, this ain't a game
I bought a Day-Date 'cause of the pain
Caught a cold tryna jugg in the rain
G got a G, swang insane
What's wrong with the new generation?
We weren't online tryna get fame

[Verse 6: Graveyard]
We're winnin' this beef, are you takin' the piss?
Get caught and left in the mist
We're still outside takin' risks
We just had bine all out on the trizz
See, Spesh already got chinged
It's '017 he ain't been back since
Treacherous night outside in the Brix'
In front of the jakes, I done it with Itch

[Verse 7: Silent]
Them man are fibbin', they lie like bitches and act so timid, they must be kiddin'
Ask who did it when shh went swimmin', the blocks will tell you it was me and my 6's
Gang got bin tings, glizzies, Twixes, shotgun bells, leave critical stitches
Trust, you don't wanna get put on my hit list
If I ain't scorin', I'm deffo assistin'

[Verse 8: Dopesmoke]
Get a drop on a opp, roll up, let's go
We ain't got no time for the stallin', it's appallin' how we melted Snow
Bro wan' hop out the ride and corn him, no respawnin' when he let that go
Forensics puttin' up tents and chalk, and tried to warn him, but we turned him ghost
Gang got three of them pricks in a row

[Outro: R6, Graveyard, Silent & Dopesmoke]
Never got the invite, we come to the party
We're winnin' this beef, are you takin' the piss?
Get caught and left in the―
'021, I was live with pack, they were live on the 'Gram, we was live with the scram
Get a drop on a opp, roll up, let's go
(This is Wayze on the track, got it?)