[Verse 1: Tempz] I got saucered rips in my jeans But I never been splashed by your team Ah now I got sauce on my jeans 'cah I just splashed up this neek Hold four, get one for free I'm Sav, they know it's me I'm on the backroad doing up 30 Gunner blowin' smoke so the wind's all steam I'm on the 9, B[?] Andy Cuh he wants a 3 on 3 We can never lack when we're battin' them So if you buck into gang, best skeet Cuh we back our chefs and swing them Thats why **** said "Stop, please" My opps are fuckin' jokeman Ramzy touchеd, more than three Anyting green get bun, is a raasclaat motto Lampz or Dipdat, He got slappеd with the hollow So how you gonna flex in vids? Don't try and follow Two bags and the waps Skengs in abundance, we don't borrow [Verse 2: Joobz] Make sure that the Lord's inside If I come 'round crashin' a stolen ride Make sure you don't lose your stride Cuz this time's gonna be a murder try If you lack, you might bleed and die Tryna do it like M, get sent to the sky Pray God bro beat that case Cuh it woulda been a bird for active guys Run up in homes, don't ask man why Slap it at domes, and I close one eye Tried give more but my blade was shy Then he got held by a passer-by Tryna do it like Pumpz, we'll aim that high This beef's onsight, one more poke and he woulda seen light Rambo tucked in the day and night Bro looked [?] to win that fight Whoever I bucked, they ran with fright Bang like dynamite, ask you friends "What's Sin Squad Like?" Ding dong wizz, ten toes, push bikes Trap fit season, tracksuit - Nike Beef can't reason, aim and strike Lane thats treason, step with numbers Never be even, don't do social Man can't reason, doin' it old school Shotgun stays in, check out the tohu Guys who's bleeding [Verse 3: Shemz] I've missed like half this year, its ments I came back home and my stat look dead Gyall wan' cuff, but I want bread And I wan' drill on the paigons dem Yeah, sauce will spill but you ain't got skengs Doesn't make sense, think again Hold-up, don't leave your friends Lack on your block, get shot or cheffed Man do cars or moped glides Jump off bikes with long ass knifes Jail, man did it, A kettle Whipped it, came back home put food on tables Half these yutes I beef ain't wid it How she wan' beat but she moving timid? Hold-up, take two, and I bill it If I see an opp, then I swerve and skid it Jump out gang on the 2 They run, man down if I catch this punk Blade in lungs, or tap that once Bare got smoked, made your whole block run [Verse 4: Trills] Ran man down in my Air Force 1's I ran man down in my Air Max too Ask Tion Wayne, you know man bad and rude Slide through the 9, then you know man slide through the 2's We leave no clues, soon gonna see them on news Six man squashed in the four door, ready to spill some juice Various things in the ride, just hope that we don't see the boys in blue He try run like Ricky, and got shot like Ricky Yeah this beef is sticky, Opp block tour got my rambo drippy Opp block tour got my rambo drippy, my younger splashed him silly Get round in the whizzy, like "Fuck Kizzy" With the dot dot I'm way too iffy Up close ting, tryna leave him six feet Them boys try diss me, I dun violated them, sum pitneys They do it for the net, we do it for the press ITV fuck a gazette Do it four doors, do it on peds Shoutout Joobz, he dips 'till it bends
It says he has to serve a minimum of 28 years and he was 21 years old when he got nicked so he'll be 50 when hes out but he might get longer time for bad behaviour in jail
Bit late bro but just did em up abt a day ago 🤣, pre sure some tings need to be fixed up so if ya spot some errors in em please fix em up. It’s on genius