[Intro: Karma and Kwengface]
Ay Saph, turn me up
Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter
Lemme just light up the - quick
Karma, Karma, gang

[Verse 1: Karma and Kwengface]
If you really bad like you say so, why you not tryna put blades in canerows
Shave those, wet a man down no rain coat
Splash, make a man sign out like Shaybo
Can't get cuffed by plainclothes
Ten toes dash from the sound of Vaidos
How many times have I creased my Fazo's? (How many?)
Been a bad boy no halo
Yo, rambo through a man's canerow, stay low
Got big guns like NATO
Or push my shank and spin it, innit
Really tryna do man painful
Control that dots man's able
Wound him, really tryna leave man fatal
Had, racks before the label, I'm in O with Pat and Rachel (True)
No I ain't no holiday island, but I'm a Bora Bora (Ching)
My guys love riding, riding, Dora, gang love doing explorer
It's my guys that are going exploring
The opps love dash I ain't got endurance
Step with my nank can't lack
I ain't tryna get packed like brand-new Jordan's
Yo, man just do it like Mike
Man just lift him in the air like Jordan
Or do it with my Rambo knife
Opp boys know I'm a chef like Gordon
Slide round there, man bore them, bore them
All of this done got boring
See LR, that's my fella, man I leave a man Stephen Hawking
[Chorus: Karma and Kwengface]
Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter
Lemme just light up the GB, quick
Shh, shh, set it on fire
Feds on us and its dire
Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire
Yo, guns still sing like the choir
Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher
You don't bang guns you're a liar
Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter
Lemme just light up the GB, quick
Shh, shh, set it on fire
Feds on us and its dire
Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire
Yo, guns still sing like the choir
Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher
You don't bang guns you're a liar

[Verse 2]
Position it right and beat it
Karma sutra man just tap, tap, tap on the wap like a keyboard for a computer
You don't wanna see S that shooter with 19 sweets in that sexy Ruger
You don't wanna see S that shooter with 19 sweets in that sexy Ruger
Yo, bad B giving me slop I got her saved on my phone as Hoover
Tryna go tap, tap on the oldest ting man call it the cougar
Just see jakes on the right tryna flash their lights man's gotta manoeuvre
Gyal wanna be my bae gotta lean out the pass and be my shooter
Gyally all catty and desperate no I ain't showing no love or an effort
The life that I live be hectic, beef and money tryna keep that seperate
Yo, been on your block no Tetris with members tryna show man vengance (no cap)
My side's full of Gunners, come like Pecks should've been named Emirates
Vengeance, vengeance we can't end this, we slide round with the fullest intentions
If I touch your block seeing red its ments, won't stop till suttin gets mended
Slim fits and shirt in a OT spot, true say, a man's blending
If I slap this wap you're packed, you ain't coming back, they can't mend it
[Chorus: Karma and Kwengface]
Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter
Lemme just light up the GB, quick
Shh, shh, set it on fire
Feds on us and its dire
Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire
Yo, guns still sing like the choir
Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher
You don't bang guns you're a liar
Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter
Lemme just light up the GB, quick
Shh, shh, set it on fire
Feds on us and its dire
Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire
Yo, guns still sing like the choir
Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher
You don't bang guns you're a liar