[Intro]
Gang shit, come on
RekoRay
Feel me? Free the guys man, free the members them

[Verse]
Double wrap crack, double tap straps
Shotgun Shane, no DoubleTap Dappz (boom)
I’ve slept in traps and hustled in flats
Boy you ain’t mad, some fraudulent man (some dickhead)
We bucked Tiny live in the flesh and he said he weren’t mad, that wraps he flipped it (mm)
He said he weren’t on to the mandem but he’s on Dublin so I still dished it (suck your mum)
Bro said his light comes better than mine, let’s go compare it, simples (aye, come)
OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels
Load the brucky with bells, and watch them all run when it jingles (boom)
I just got a packet of smoke, but you can hold one, that’s a singles (aye)
But look at that chocolate barbie (bitch)
I swear that’s Remz’s auntie (bitch)
She don’t care if I’m beefing her nephew
She still let me slip that dick in her narni (no manners)
Finesse man's pack if he comes with weed, that's dead like RD (RD, RD)
Run man down 'till he runs out of breath, he might just die like Tarabi
Grab him, get him, wet man down with the rams, I’m a violent man (ching)
My burner's on me, I’m only shook of the Trident gang (fuck the Jakes)
J1 got itched and snitched (ching), he’s far from a silent man (some dickhead)
Bruck back in the rucksack, adrenaline rush when the sirens rang (aye)
4 man on 2 peds, 15 on my hip, mans doing up pillion (aye)
I saw a black yute in a track suit, I would’ve been vexed if I chinged that civilian (shit then)
When I heard that broski scored on Fredo, that news was brilliant (mad)
He got round there on a one man army ting, he’s way too militant
Trap mash, get bread, man whip zeds (whip it)
2 [?] filled up with biseds
Them man there talking trap, they ain’t seen 10 bags, them n***as some dickheads (some dickheads)
Diss T1 and you might get bun, what? Them man there bluffing (aye)
How many times have the mandem said Teewiz and they ain’t done nothing (hah)
Interview room, feds talking 'bout burners (aye, aye)
I got a pending case (for what), 2 attempted murders
Man got lunch, spots in cunch, I just need some workers (yeah)
10 plus 1 we lurkers (trap, trap)
Earners and lurkers, finna whip that shit, close the curtains
Aye