Two L, two-three, we saw those sirens
Get the drop, slime him, call it “blood diamonds”
VVS on flick, have to combine them
Dumb yat put brick in the wrong Pyrex, yuck
Broad day on the crash, I brought the hi-vis
On the block with the gang for all the timers
And know I’m high risk
Got oppers gettin’ pressured like my diamonds did
Hella man just pree, they’re not that violent
And my gang just rep my block I ride in
Ain’t a four-five thing, it’s a Star 9 thing
He’s not providin’, he’s on a shy thing
(Dickhead)
More oppers to pick the block, dividin’
But they’re all hidin’ cah we’re all glidin’
Bine ’em, bine ’em, fuck the wrong timin’, knife him, slime him
Leave the machine in the council flat
If there’s opps on the block, then hung up the wap
Wouldn’t have trusted a cat, bet that bitch is tapped
And you turned [?] angel, no cap
Lift up your hat, bullet
Whack, we aim for corpse and watch all the chat
Reverse and slap, bullet
Whack, 2-0-2-3’s ’bout to get mad
Lit up (Lit up, lit up, lit up)
