[Beat 1 - "Wolf Pack", Prod: SjBeats]

[Solo - Tookie]
(Ay, ay)
Really in the streets like quality (Yes)
Tryna do it top quality
They say that they're onto me
But none of that don't bother me
Honestly
We all go 'round them sides constantly
In the deep end, Hungary
And something got splashed what a fuckery (Ching)
Can't you see
Them man are getting dropped for free
Plus you all know how I beef these neeks
Cah when I'm with her I'm calm I'm sweet (Calm and cool)
You know me took that AD
Get back I'll do it for the GBGs, please
And I run to the cheddar like cheese
Gang, pull up, flash say cheese (Yes)
And I got this bad B
Telling me she wants hеr needs
Obviously
She can see I'm a young OG
How many opps been whacked oh pleasе
How much? A whole league (Too many)
And it's all steady on we
You wouldn't believe the fucking cheek
Free Snoop free Bigs free Acks free Miz
And I know they miss frying up these neeks
I ain't gotta lie it's fucking peak
And I can't wait 'till they free up the Gs
I got mine I'll let you see
Man done back road tryna creep 'n' sweep
Man stay silent but just speak and speak
Talk is cheap
Really that's us banging for real
It's live so mind where you're hanging for real
But kiddies there buss off for real
Over there 'nuff time got lock off for real
And I don't care how them man feel
Cah we scored on every one of them man for real
She wanna fuck with us man for real, for real
But I don't know about that one still
Bro tell a man chill, yeah I air that still
But them man don't air so dem man are fulfilled
Some real n***as spit out here yes real
Don't lack in the field get drilled up for real (Yes)
Fling mine do it with skill
N***as know about man made bare juice spill (You know)
And I'm still out here still doin' it still
(Aye)
(You know)
...
[Beat 2 - Prod: Mirica x 49X]
...

[Verse 1 - M24]
(Ay, look)
I'm getting itchy fingers
And my bro's saying stick to the music
I just wanna go 'round there and do him, do it
Even though them man losin'
They ain't ever had a bruck down car with two in
What you know about main road chingings
I had opp boys keeping it movin'
I had his money on his head like a Niger
My guys do it less than a fiver
She got a back of kinda-kinda
Got me down doing liar, liar (Mm)
Free Burnz, he really came 'round with a fryer
Tryna send one of them boys (higher)
Smoking at ... just to get me higher

[Verse 2 - Tookie]
Baby all bare badman, sorry miss just squeeze my budge
It's true that them man get splashed
It's funny cus they act like they really don't (Yes)
And something got samurai jack
No cap, no singing like Keysha Cole
Now I'm sitting in the trap with a pack
Won't leave 'till the whole thing finito
Ls, Ls, bells, shell out a loaded twelves
Hell, them man just talk for tells
Now I'm running down Mells going on it like girls
I tried buss that one but I fell
Got locked ended up receiving mail (Uh)
Got him still chinging insane
Stop waving his friend got caught as well
[Verse 3 - Stickz]
Cut joking on a mission
I got the vision and the precision
I'm a big man who're you kidding
Split him in two like I'm doing division
Tryna get him, why I fit in
Let me see that Rolly, why's it ticking?
Ask bro bro, I cut the victim
Anyone on par with, can't be snitching
(Yo)
[Verse 4 - M24]
Uhh, I just wanna wear my trackie
Hoodie on, cus I'm tryna get a smoke like bacci
Christian Dior, I can never step up tacky
Them man over there they're wassy
Patties, we put juice in batteries
She likes my drip in this Gucci sweater
I just wanna wear my tracky
Hoodie on, cus I'm tryna get a smoke like bacci
Christian Dior, I can never step up tacky
Them man over there they're ...
Watty, we put juice in batteries

[Verse 5 - Tookie]
And one more time man spin that block
N***a I kid you not
I beg you don't piss me off
Meanwhile I'm tryna get rich as fuck
Smoke this L1 to the lung
And watch how this one here twist me up
All of them members dying
So it ain't money they should wishing luck
Fuck
Man insert the fuck
Switch that up
Grab man's body and ching that up
Do it with skill man sick as fuck
Got feds and [?] tryna [?] man up
Bad habits with splashes I'll pick that up
So I beg you don't piss me off
[Beat 3]

[Verse 1 - Tookie]
Lonelies
I done riding up on my lonelies
Broski, five man creep up slowly
Broski smokey and hit man's homie
Holy moly
Something got picked like bogie
From qway back man the gang with smokey
Show me, they just wanna talk not show me (Yeah yeah)
Faulty, brodie trust me you know me (You know)
I don't put one of them stonie, surely
Won't get saved like goalie
Cosy still gotta duck from police
This brown one she a trophy
When it's like that tryna show off his trophy (Ching)
Buldgy, talk 'bout Zack and Cody
Broski tryna get back like stonie (Ay, ay)

[Verse 2 - M24]
Let it blow like Frozen (Let that blow)
Blow man's candle (Blow man away)
Tryna burn man's chest like Daniel's
Face is bait, but I still make that beat like Banglez
This bad one wanna be strangled
I got her in my bed she was doing up angles
Something got MVP that year
He chinged my man in sandals
In the field we kicking
We don't know nothing 'bout handballs
No manners, beat man down
Addi's head back got stampled
Do it, and don't say shit
Mama could've never ever named me Randall (Never)
And an arm and a length of a sweater (Loads)
I still ripped man's sweater (Rip that)
The young boys them hyped (Yes)
Cus they don't know no better (No)
Corn come fat like Heather (Big)
Hitman watch man sever (Uh)
No you don't wanna see the Get Backs never (GBGs)

[Verse 3 - Tookie]
You can talk like that
Cah they know that when we gonna get that back (Get back)
No we don't settle with chat
Go beat that mash tryna take off his hat (Bow bow)
Don't get the gang gyal confused with rap (No)
Slap attack, the GBGs garn speak right back (Right back)
Come right there no order then he got tekker wait that back
Stab him, I don't ever take no chat (No)
It's [?] that they're never gonna face the facts (Never)
Facts, and that's all I gotta say for that
Bad B wan' bruck her back (Back)
But a jigga fell in love with that (Yes)

[Verse 4 - M24]
I used to own a Rolly (Yes I did)
Now I got a Rolly (Yes I do)
Now everybody wanna know me (Yes)
I don't smoke L no more (No)
Cah that shit's coming in homie (Quiet)
Biscotti too loud (Loud)
Had to pass that shit to my brodie (Tek that)
Show me, show me (Show me)
If you die like a bad boy show me (Show me)
Young n***a with racks
How the fuck can a n***a get lonely (How)
But a n***a how you stoney (Boom)
Now I'm getting checked by poli' (Feds)
My lightskin gyal from North (Qway north)
She just want to ride like a pony (Yes)
She sees man's ting on copy
I swear them man owe me (A lot)
At the top it's cosy (Us)
Us member a trophy (Winning)
I don't know why they tryna wake up (Why)
Somebody tell them go sleep (Go sleep)
I was out late on my codie (Yes)
Why you think I'm [?] then broski
She said she got skill
I tell a bad one show me (Slop, slop)
Do him with skill get Poky
Okey-dokey
Done rassed that don like smokey (Yes)
I'm getting high like Friday
Really tryna do it like smokey (Uhuh)

[Beat 4]

[Solo - Tookie]
Spread it like butter
And I make butter like cocoa
The Soho
But don't get done up like Jojo
Loco, step with my mojo
You don't wanna see the gang pull up in slow-mo
No no, anyting opp that's go go, go go
Dust man down on my solos (Splash splash)
Splash, put him in the wave like bro bro
JB rise that snap no photo
Let it beat like so so (Beat that)
You know me I'm out here still keeping it social
What's that, who's that oh no, blow oh
Still get run in the low low
Ride for my brother no homo
Free Squeezo, my amigo
Me Kili plus I that's nothing but diesel
Taking risks I ain't tryna get recalled
Still lethal at the back of a vehicle
Angell town where the fiends there evil
She wanna fuck with a tug she don't want no weasel
And the judge need to free up my peoples
Looking for who? (Who?)
Really out here everyday, safe
You could never talk on my mates
He upset cus his friend left weaping away
Five months on basic
I can tell you 'bout a different pain (I can)
Are you gonna dash or stay, the way
No something telling wass same way
Touching my babes getting stuck on my waist
Any time, any way, any day
Do it, don't hesitate
Talking tough but them boy really ain't
I done splashings, very bae
Ying that down then spill cherryades
Fly qway, [?]
Still go for the gang, celebrate
She really that new like balance, balance
Swing it and twist it with talent
In the hood it ain't nothing but snakes and ladders
Still slide by where shh got splattered
Still on the block, no n***a you haven't
Chattings, chattings
You ain't living, but they rapping
Stop all the yippity yapping
Jumped in rides it's a mad ting
Go come back and tell me what's happening
I'm like the smallest n***a with a fat ting
Run a man down tryna catch him, splash him
Or fling it with AM he slapped him
Crashed him, didn't wanna know who packed him
Active, man's really [?] 'bout acting
GBs got skill beat me on the gang ting

[Beat 5 - Prod: 4Formula]

[Verse 1 - Stickz]
My new ting's body is shapey
I'm on a tit like a fucking baby
Three five do it 360
You be on the curb laying out 180
Angles, six shot ting no roman candle
No honey we don't dance
If man wants beef then I'm ready to tango
It's a shamble, build that skeng right off your mango
Been in the pot like granny
Seeing it whip more times than Jango, opp
Shop, let's go on tour
If you talk about sport, then we got it, galore
Don't care, civillians saw the big .44 or the 4x4
Fly, the vehicle beaming
Mash good work cah I clean it
See them man I reveal it
Don't give a fuck who saw or seen it
I ain't on pressing, steam it
Me and the plug, got an agreement
Bro put a silencer on the ting
Like who don't hear must feel it

[Verse 2 - M24]
I got gyaldem pum pum sure
She really tryna bend over and flick it
Couple days like I was tryna flick it and twist it
They talk that shit we live it
Nothing bout wass none of them man wicked
I was outside while they were at home
I was out where the beef was kicking
Man can't tell man nothing
We really had oppers cutting
Tryna put him in the pot like mutton
Roll and buss it, no discussing
Don't hear you'll feel it
4x4 six seaters
4 litres loads of speed
We really be calling it skeetage
My man's gyal I jeet it
He said my man is an eediat
She wanna throw ask for a tugs
I know that bitch really mean it (Roll that tugs)
Clean it, roll that down and clean it
Chef man down, leave man swimming
Or rise that up and beat it

[Verse 3 - Stickz]
Wack my man with a thunder
No Australia but he's down under
Joke my gyal with a bumpa
Yo what's you're number? I got the cucumber
You'll get hooked like me on the ganja
I'm high, but I hook my man out his jumper
Hook my man with a hunter
Hooked in his back even though he's a fronter
I ain't that baked to see how I thought that's blatantly
My girl begged me stop chasing gyal
But the gyals were chasing me
Hella see more chasing Bs
Still shoot when the car starts stationary
There ain't no faking me
Plus bare mans' girl wanna taste of me
I ain't got shit to prove
N***as know my ting, stick and move
Food get whipped and stewed
Get put on a plate like Christmas food
Man be easy, corn costs Ps
But I'm giving out freebies
Spin ting spin like CDs
Man talk tough but the gun game's meedy

[Verse 4 - M24]
Gorgeous as fuck
She just wanna bruck it, bruck it
I didn't have time
Cus I was outside like fuck it, fuck it
I just got a call G Rip got locked
I'm fucking gutted (Aw man)l
I'm fucking gutted
I'll pull up on a festive season
Christmas evening
You don't wanna get left leaking
Red like Santa, I do it with meaning
Out on a lurk at night
I'm moving like jeepers creepers
Bruck down sneakers and blue cut jeans
Cah mama never raised no eediat
Opps get spotted I preed it
Then I'm letting out buss like semen
Wheel it, wheel it
Wind down the window beat it
Victoria I kept my secret
The ucky was ments, I couldn't believe it (10/10)
When I get that feeling
It's nothing 'bout sexual healing

[Verse 5 - Stickz]
Better believe it
Big boy mash but I still conceal it
Cock it and squeze it
MJ beat it
Dusty whip need a cleaning
Cah I be leaning, and then speeding
Been tweeking, and been tweeking
Cah the trick ain't coming with no treating
See the sweet ting, on her knees ting
Forget about beating
See the street ting, and six feeting
We're garn to the meet and greeting
Hate, but don't mistake me
Oh shit finna get earthquakey
Them man there pockets are shakey
Don't cop benz unless it's Mercedes

[Verse 6 - M24]
Sixteen with a flicky
Nineteen with a swamy
Bells on pause
And I was tryna Pressplay like Danny
And my face got a bally
Cus I was tryna smoke man like Cali
And we call it big boy wappers
Back then we used to call it Strally
I've earnt my stripes
Don't get whacked tryna earn these stripes
Come round here get smoked or knifed no cap, no lies
Big macs, no fries
Do man live (Yes yes yes yes)
I was really outside tryna do man live (I was, facts)