| Don’t pop them 2s if you ain’t from the Zone |
| I told bro ching, tip touch bone |
| Riding out never gets postponed |
| Jigga in the cut, that’s your headback blown |
| Sin Squad known do drillings on road |
| You can’t ask if I have my phone |
| Gliding time to the 9, we go |
| We got the opps on ropes |
| We bully these neeks, so didn’t you know? |
| You’re twenty years old and you’re jumping on road |
| Talking about back dots on Mo |
| You’re shooting in the air, tryna find K’s soul |
| Free blood bro, never spoke or told |
| Up front ching tryna shave man bald |
| Half past ten, Park Lane is closed |
| Try cut tru, better have your poles |
| Won’t do that cause you won’t make it home |
| G check time, better stand like a gnome |
| Bust them doors, jump out on volts |
| I dare the opp boys told me we don’t |
| Your friend got his brain exposed |
| Jump out gang, back shanks or smoke |
| Yo, I don’t wanna hear not involved |
| Swear Ramz got slapped and poked? |
| On the opp block, tryna take some souls |
| Your friends in the coffin decomposed, LOL |
| He’s in a coffin, rotting |
| Sinners in the ride, so don’t get spotted |
| Wet man down, that’s bare blood clotting |
| Spill that juice, don’t drink it |
| Swear Wood Green so close to extinction |
| Teeth in the wap got most man bitten |
| Bun man’s skin, that’s skin conditions |
| We ain’t jumped out and he’s already sprinting |
| Bro, bro pop them doors |
| Skeng get beat like whores |
| Dotty too long so so you know it got sawed |
| Mops in the ride, we ain’t doing no chores |
| E1, suck your mum with a straw |
| This ain’t beef, lil nigga, it’s war |
| I like me a bitch that stays indoors |
| Lampz is an insane, K’s his jaw (?) |
| This skeng’s garn leave man fucked like porn |
| It’s garn leave man fucked like jezzies |
| Six man in the four door in Eddy |
| Pop this door, jump out with the chete |
| Skeng get beat like your bredrin Telly |
| We really tryna put an opp boy pon telly |
| 3.0 Ves, fill it up with petty |
| OT serving Carl and Lenny |
| If I fly out the ride on volts, I won’t aim anywhere below your pelvis |
| Don’t get wigged like Kelvin, he woulda been alive if he wore a helmet |
| I swear the whole of Wood Green ain’t safe, their friends getting K’d, |
| the whole gang’s held it |
| K on the L? You’re frassed, this hollow right here garn leave your skin meltin |
| I want 3 handtings, I don’t want no Cartis |
| Fuck off blades go straight through your arteries |
| Step in the party, I came with the army |
| Who’s that caramel barbie? |
| Anyting green is wet, punani |
| Swift got chinged in his ends, he just never died like Kamali |
| Skid skr, gotta dodge them rallies |
| Sin Squad step, this beef ain’t dead |
| Little nigga, this beef is frying |
| Don’t get caught on the mains like Ryan |
| Ying that down, that’s marjays crying |
| So much blood, that’s satisfying |
| Finesse man’s grub, then resupply it |
| None of my friends are dying |
| Chunky hollow go fly through your eyelid |
| Chunky hollow go fly through your spine |
| Tuggz got bored and sang to the swine |
| That could never be my guy |
| My opps are clowns, no Pennywise |
| If I’m eating, you’re eating, my bro, let’s dine |
| Loyalty don’t have a price |
| On the block with my 3 times 5 |
| Get a man down if he’s 2s or 9 |