[Intro]
The beef dun crunch like pringles
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle

[Hook]
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil

[Verse 1]
Do it for Sav and Chak what's next?
Spin spin ting cost racks
See a man live on the 9 like a zet
And most of my hate's for the feds
Try lock C for kickin in heads
2 in the dots its ments you hate us man but the time is pressed
I got a sweet one attached to the ends
We get that drop we're skrring, get man down on the first attempt
Name a time that you came with chefs
I'll hop off the back of the ped
With yin and yang and leave man stretched
Do it like bro, white tee red
Circle the opp block again and again
I beg man don't act for the net
We rise hammers and aim at heads
I'm with T that's a violent step
Find anyone then you're garn get cheffed
How many times did we rise on gems
And don't say nothing, and leave them stressed
Don't watch me and brodee step
Everything's messed but the mandems bless
I still got my gloves on like Cech
I don't rate none of them pricks
Backseat still taking trips
If I spot me a opp doors affi get pop I'm giving this boy my ching
And it's more than a 15 inch
Issa ZK, how am I putting this in?
We just reached your block with the dots
I'm really tryna make these 4 wheels skid
[Hook]
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil

[Verse 2]
If I was in the front then he was in the back
It's us who love to lurk, 2 Ls in attack and we don't look back
You see us, we ride with waps
1 got slapped and the other one jammed
I still know bout fist and shanks
Everybody knows bout trap mish mash
Top floor loads but 5 bills pack
And I still gotta make for the fans
Music platform making bands
Swing them shanks like latts
Direct soaking make man spaz
Wet man down for the crew then dash
We got new beef when your banged in a rack
Every day feels fucked without Sav
We got beef with the Lambeth map
[Hook]
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil
The beef dun crunch like pringles
Life is fucked I'm a IC3 and look what the mandem's into
We got drugs, money and skengs
Rusty hookers I can't be into
When the 1 pop now don't fiddle
S got bells in a dots no jingle
This war between us ain't civil