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Lyrics

[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