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[Verse 1: Incognito]
I don't know nothing 'bout pressure
All he wanted was a steak and rice
Sahara Grill, I left that mess up
Like anything 2 get bun or a mate of the 2 get chinged or cheff up
The wheels on the bike go 'round and 'round
They're saying I chinged that fella
Like, you should've known better
Now they think I'm on juju, a mate of a opp get got, like
That ain't the new news
.44 spin gun hit mans wig, landlord ting mans stepped on cribs
Bare fur round gloves on a Russian ting
The opp boys tweek they ain't on tings, they ain't on piss
[Verse 2: Loosescrew, Incognito]
Never would've saw that vision when me and bro chuckled and done that chinging
Rise up the mash and fill it, Sunday drilling that's nothing but sinning
Why the opps always talking shit, come to the B you ain't got no clips
Best put some names in tracks about rise that mash on someone you hit
Bastards go get tarnished, get touched unruly crasis your shanks on btec mines on masters
Gyallie wanna ride all night, got to tell gyallie that I really don't mind
But I'm a real bad boy from the ends so I gotta tell gyallie that my curfew nine
But it's nothing til slide inside
6 AM mans back outside because I'm really on my grind though I trap online (Grind though I trap online)
[Verse 3: Incognito]
I was in the block with twins, ting, the driver of the ped was spin, full to the brim
Had no luck so he jumped on a ped and we went down Crane
Dem boy lame, Snoop, Snoop, where you at where you at
Russian lean and the prats know way that I put on Snap
Still doing that trap but I'm stuck in the trap because I trap all day get paid
Gyallie too dead but I want that face
Dis one leng might call her bae, attitude cardi a little bit of yardie, shutdown shores when we step on stage
Zone 2 youts so I back that blade, that's a Zone 2 bitch and she can't escape, she came for a slash and she's chilling at bages
Front line ting bare B's and K's, B's and K's
[Verse 4: Loosescrew]
They ride out seeking a vengeance, we run town don't need no amendments
Moscow O we the greatest selection, but no we ain't leaving yet
Aim at chest, you fall them dead
In jail we no get no sex, 15 kits look who's hench who's bad what's next
Loosescrew back Oboy don't stress about way back then
Basic entry standard, canteen bag up and landing, someone go check up the pattern, they been spitting 4 years but only gets clout when he opens mouth about the gangdem
[?] see my [?] waps but I swear I had to wing man down like I'm Hazard with a 4 door saving [?]
Step on your block, go put on your pampers, because the feds don't want no spillage and I know that your period pads are finished
Ruthless bang off the ting no Cillit, ruthless bang off the ting no Cillit
