Intro (SRB Separation Confirmed)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: LD] (Ayy) I'm gettin' sick of this shit If you rap and you hide your face And you ain't with the Six Then you're all my kids We put waps on the block And we'll take you to anyone's strip I got peng tings shakin' their asses And they all want all of this dick We've come a long way from the chicken and chips Now there's steak on the plate Come a long way from the pushbike day, when waps I smoke mans face Its been a long time since I've touched these roads with all of my mates I ain't gonna talk, they know Still pull up and whack man bait [Chorus: LD] I mashed work with bro, I ain't gotta mention names (Never) Right now, everythin' flames (Hot) I don't even show my face (No way) I swear I'm on obbo, I don't know how I caught this case Right now, I'm lookin' at 9, fuck it, I ain't tryna look that way (Fuck it) I got no behaviour in rentals, watch how I swerve this Range (Skrr) Jump out, get man down, cut, I ain't tryna word exchange (No way) Told Crystal "shake that bumper" You see the [?] She knows that I'm doin' up shows and road She knows that it's gettin' me paid (Real shit) And we know we ain't playin' no games (No games) I'm on a bussdown 18K They told [?] upgrading the chain (Bussdown) K-Trap work magic in the pot, I'm callin' him David Blaine (My bro) I don't even eat in my house no more, he made all of the forks touch 'caine This year, I'm doin' up Bags Aand Boxes and I ain't even workin' with Blade Whip it in the 'rex, cut it with the blade No less than 5 when we touch them [?] Knightsbridge knows when a nigga gets paid (They love us) I still push packs in and out estates (In and out) Still gotta lurk with the 4s or the gage Every odd day gotta take fed chase [?] [Verse 2: K-Trap] The whole gang's unruly, horrendous 40 Man just crash these crime scenes chalky I ain't never been talky Balenci Runners and a tracksuit, man just stepped out sporty 12 gage, fling in a gym bag, man just stepped out sporty Connect just threw me a package Now feelin' Pablo (Escobar) Quarter chicken, no Nandos Do it up in the bando Come round with the spin I could play John Wayne or Django Spin it like a roulette, do you up on the backroad 5 of the pack[?], just lengthy, run, it'll blow your back out Had to go punch up the worker for chillin' in the trap with a pack out How much nights did I spend in the trap house? How much Lyca cards got scratched out? How much times did I step on badness? How much opps got whacked and blacked out? And I ain't gotta lie, its blatant I'm pissed off, all my niggas in jail 'cause a nigga weren't shy with the statements The boy there, just draw us I'm starting to get impatient I soon smoke me, certain someone And let my young boy claim him [Chorus: LD] I mashed work with bro, I ain't gotta mention names (Never) Right now, everythin' flames (Hot) I don't even show my face (No way) I swear I'm on obbo, I don't know how I caught this case Right now, I'm lookin' at 9, fuck it, I ain't tryna look that way (Fuck it) I got no behaviour in rentals, watch how I swerve this Range (Skrr) Jump out, get man down, cut, I ain't tryna word exchange (No way) Told Crystal "shake that bumper" You see the [?] She knows that I'm doin' up shows and road She knows that it's gettin' me paid (Real shit)