[Verse 1:YB]
Spartan'd off, the whole gang devilish
Said I’m on you, truss me fam I meant it
I don't do shit for attention
Kennington bop and qweng it
In the field If I caught you, veteran
Naa g, you ain't in it my section
The other dirt put my name ain’t mentioned
Got the dirt, drive by or cheff him, ching
Ching mandown on the backroad with a black blade
Now my blades all reddish fam
Man got swiped, try leg it
Push it, man meant it
Kick man's head in
Jump out gang on anyone, anywhere
Truss me, manna move hectic
Things and stuff in 4 door cars
Like Tiz get clocked, get deaded
I love to get money
So, more time, man I'm up in country
Truss me
Don't trust me, I'm bunny
Brucky
Corn chunky like Nasty
Fuckree
Bis did man like rugby
You know
My nank skid out on a hurry
Bro's, hanging rice and curry
Dumb little men, they ain't ready soo toughies
If I bang this jawn
#Manduppy
Diligent for the cause
I step because I love that fuckree
Every time me and bro hit the belly
Bro be screaming out lovely
With blade in my hand
I'm tryna do a man like Chucky
Truss me the beef is frying
Why you think my man got ching over Dallas?
What’s wrong with these neeks? Stop lying
You ain’t on pis, see you man dash
Lemme state facts
My gang get cash
My gang get dough
Dem boy der broke and they don't even bang
Step to splash, ching man down
But more time they step, they dash
Bare dumb guys moving like greyhounds
Big black blade on man
Rip man’s lungs, I don't play around
Can't step on my block, Are you mad?
Big ass corn gonna lick man down
And bro just rise up his wap, he's mad
And he’s tryna go there right now
And this one telling me gang
And she throwing up K's
And she's looks kinda brown
Hella man don't act for no gal size long
You don't wanna see that come out
Like say it dat yourself for the blade kid chest
Like Bis how you feel like now?

[Verse 2:TDC]