(hey) (gritty) its safe to say fuck the ray Kay flock got tagged but they didn’t say no names I am down in the deep end preparing to kill for my gang I Already arrived I pulled up with a reason replacing glocks wit straight eight beams I leveled up on my defence (grah) lots of fanatic gadgets let em have it, shooting wonky with stretchy arms call me mister fantastic I’m YG I drop the O’s they know I throw heat even in snow (big o y k) showing my pistol its glowing and off this drill shit I’ve been growing, just like genobi with a laser on their side I had tased one but no copper shit aluminium we have a lot of it, please don’t get grazed up they’ll fall down to their knees for me like call me your saviour (like) why the opps sucking dick for views I’m of a perky man I may of threw a few my niggas keep a jet and jack the Geez pleased by views (aydo) my opps is bums we heard one crashed the whip stick drift I know their losing it crusing in my own lane I shoot steady cause we cannot hit civs Jayrip is a dick he fell then he tripped caught lacking with no strap shot right off rip I heard their smoking on his pack he got sent on a trip (Rippy) Its a tragic play I still can’t wait to catch crippy we’re better in the night time or working in the pent call up the memberswe shoot shots all December if he’s o y my gang will quickly cut him in his shit (o y k) dougie b got booked for a chain he never hit a lick we blame kay flock because we know he started this shit departed in a state now I’m apart of this game but its never ever lame when I’m banging with gang d o a k roll up the nazzy and blade I love to smoke em I put dougie b’s dad on my chain left him ghosted sit with no fear drive full throttle in a phantom and make it through new years there’s no need to shift gears cause we clock every time so no checking rear’s (uhh) when I was up in my prime every crime I did was inclusive but now we beat the odds as if we stay moving ruthless (yo) when reflecting of Lotti I think about blitzing (r i p) now after all of that here in section eighth we do no bap in this realistic street rap scene re-posted holding a strap (bunny hoppin) I’ve relapsed off perks holding a smithern I cannot stop thats at all costs and in the streets these niggas keep playing teach them all by spraying on a mission searching for fitfhs but I’m not fishing tears dripping down my chin it doesn’t matter we still stay pleading to keep killing we learnt to detach the eighth block is mismatched we’ll soon be crowned I know the opps are clowns on appropriate timing niggas heads will be tightened keem got shot in his head I had to push up on him the streets are crowded and deluded but you know its secluded the airs been polluted with cocaine raining like cupid one last message to the opps stop trolling we hold up traffic in the cold we know niggas are folding (dthang pass the torch) (eighth block 8 oh gang) we’re better in the night time or working in the pent call up the me

resentful slaying