Boom, baow
Scraps gon' fly if I grab this mash
They'll sing like Destiny's Child
Who's that, a friend or an opp?
Don't come near, I'll get a man down
Whoosh, just clean it, got it from D
Man grease it doubly down
Food in the ceiling, repeat it
Get in some P's and run to the pound
Scraps gon' fly if I grab this mash
They'll sing like Destiny's Child
Who's that, a friend or an opp?
Don't come near, I'll get a man down
Whoosh, just clean it, got it from D
Man grease it doubly down
Food in the ceiling, repeat it
Get in some P's and run to the pound
Crash gang, man demons
Shoot man's ceiling, get man down
Oh sh*t, man's seen him
Bro, don't leave him, swing that 'round
When your line went dead
It coulda been me in your local town
Crash gang's on violence
Spill man's juice and get man down
Tell me, what life have you lived you clown?
Really had my knees on the pitch
My loyalty's tied all the way, all 'round
One day, I'm chattin' to the boss
Next day, I'll bun you up down to the town
One day, I'm chillin' with a thot
She want chocolate, this chocolate brown
In the trap, I'm with Lara Croft
Keep it ringing, now I'm with Bobby Brown
Check the f**k out my ZARA top
How'd they f**k up the re and they're down?
New wap got lost and found but the jakes are p*ssed cah idents' is out
Bro got in a car chase with the jakes and the judge, he didn't let him out
Told bro-bro, "This what the violence does"
We had a hand ting on the ride with us
If crash gang hop out the ride, they dust
We don't trust him, in the .9 we trust
Feds swooped in and divided us
Straight gunshot, ain't no fightin' us
We had a on the bike with us
Cah the verbal ting ain't alright with us
Bobby Lee, swagger, Bobby Lee
This rifle I got me secret Santa
WD, whoosh needs grease to clean up dandruff
Pull up and push, man push out your face on camera
Why they wan' see me handcuffed?
I thought you was my friend, why you wan' see me bankrupt?
Why do the opps dem lie like they don't get shaved and stabbed up?
Laying on the ground, that sh*t don't matter
Look, man's not joking
Crash gang really in the field, Gündoğan
Just scared, they're hoping
Something got dead if I rise and smoke 'em
On the pitch, I'm scoping
Hit him from far, coulda left me open
Run a man down, get whacked if the mandem catch him
Kinda mad how the opps dem soft when they talk about works they're mashing
Free OD, whoosh then clean it, ride on the opps with pa**ion
When the opps see gang, they run cah they know that it's corn man crashin'