| .25 on Ren tryna slap man’s back |
| But them man did Usain Bolt, tryna flee into someone’s flats (Someone's flats) |
| I need Babylon |
| Twenty hammers gone, this ain’t Drake and Meek, this shit carry on |
| And fuck the Trident, tryna grab the dons (Yeah, yeah) |
| Why shit so techy? |
| Officer why you on the block so much? We just tryna make readies (Why) |
| Big artillery, man that’s standard like nickity-click come leggy |
| A-Team step for a head and chest, man ain’t riskin' it for a leggie |
| Man ain’t riskin' it for no bullshit (Nah) |
| We ain’t really gotta give a reason, jump out gang, we really have some full |
| clips (Truss) |
| Free the guys in Thameside and Brixton causing a nuisance |
| It was us that day on the strip, so don’t lack like you’re money (Us) |
| Them man really scummy (Truss) |
| Never ever think you can war with the gang, if we ain’t makin' money (Hah) |
| Waps galore, my boots too muddy (Uhm) |
| In the field, take man down, dirty sport but this ain’t rugby (Uhm) |
| I ain’t no normal dude, I’m a Sixty (Six) |
| My guy rolling with a flicky or my young boy got it 'pon his hippy |
| Nuttin' ain’t changed from kway, just couple man got pickneys |
| Big racks, big racks, had to take time, now I’m drippy (Normal) |
| Not just me, the whole gang drippy, feds watching, it’s always sticky (Ugh) |
| Back to jail like my mother’s pickney, life I live, really kind of risky (Ugh) |
| In and out, get it gone quickly |
| Bro came home, I never went jail, this shit come back around like a frisbee |
| (Free the mandem) |
| Fucking hell fam, free the fuckin' members fam |
| Free the members in the can man |
| You know we just in fuckin' Thameside locking shit down as per normal |
| Come on man, still got the opps on ropes, still making cash flows |
| Everything’s still going sweet man |
| You know we’re gonna be out soon, B |