[Chorus: M Trappo x Kilo Keemzo]
Surround the barrel with trappers
Buy dat food in bulk
Amber smelling all madness
Come scream in H like Hulk
And the bitch come peng but hatters
Smoke my zoot and she blows
Show no love to a badders
Know I hit two, mans swinging on volts
Show no love to a badders
She wanna hit two, she gone smoke roach
Pull up, skrr, pull up, skrr, jump out like 5.0
Dem man der chat loads
Doing Homerton that's 10 toes
Like come and love these roads
But I got no love for these hoes

[Verse 2: M Trappo]
These kids are neeks to me
I'm a my 9 god, so I'm questioning how these n***as are beefing me?
These n***as all fake and liars
Don't talk about pressure and work on the road cos n***as know I apply it
I ain't settiling shit, it's frying
Like how come nuttin' got got? How come nuttin' ain't dying?
The opps them way too fast, when I'm running with Mazza, they value their lives
Like screaming all this skeng talk, but nuttin' ain't been fried
It's a hooptie or ten toes, but shh always in sight
No kids cos we don't take bad up
Tell my young boy go get him, wet him, wet him, #splashup
They already know when gang pulls up, that's everyting crash up
[Verse 3: MA]
If you get pulled in the whip right now, that's bare man going stations
Known for the drills, known for the drugs, might not get probation
And my team don't lack, juice and splash, S getting full back waigon
Man trap to get paid, stack maintain, they do it for the girls and the captions
4-door car tryna catch dem, but they scatter and dash, whats happening?
See the lines come way too ringy, lifestyle way too busy
Bruck down grub hit tizzy, trap and mash for this lizzy
I was in the strip doing up jugg, really had my feet all tired

[Verse 3: KO]
I'm a old man, so if you see me on my own then that's still gang
[?] wanna talk in raps, but how many, how many times has he ran?
Tried counting the times on my fingers, hold up, wait, I might need more hands
Man might roll up like jakes, jump out, run anyone down, that's gang
I'm from the authentic side of the 9, over there man are frauds
Been 'round on foot, we running down clowns and pressuring fools
And we ain't needing no cause, we'll slide if we're bored
Mad pressure in summer, they knew 'bout the Seat and Ford
I got half for a box of green on the stain and I broke that down into bits
Big dot-dot, had it parked in the park but first the .38 spin
I take mans tings like they owe me, these times manna don't owe me a thing
I was hoping off a two-wheel ting, it's a peddle bike, had the man der doing sprints

[Verse 4: M Trappo]
Pull up in a dusty truck, yo whats up? Bare man cut
These stupid kids jump in vids, fuck that, still get touched
Cah I swear these neeks ain't learing
Blacked out on the streets, we're lurking
In a pack 4-door swerving, drive past a opp, tell bro curve it
Got love for the bro's, we're getting this doe, take risks and trips for the bread
Remember that night at the party, when pulled up and he ran to the fed
Had a [?], that day was ments
Had him hopping over a fence
And I dare a DJ play a opp tune, mask up his desk, everything recked
[Chorus: M Trappo x Kilo Keemzo]
Surround the barrel with trappers
Buy dat food in bulk
Amber smelling all madness
Come scream in H like Hulk
And the bitch come peng but hatters
Smoke my zoot and she blows
Show no love to a badders
Know I hit two, mans swinging on volts
Show no love to a badders
She wanna hit two, she gone smoke roach
Pull up, skrr, pull up, skrr, jump out like 5.0
Dem man der chat loads
Doing Homerton that's 10 toes
Like come and love these roads
But I got no love for these hoes