Anything Grr (feat. E1, Drilla & ZT [3x3’s])

I just stepped in Enfield Lo

(MoraBeats)

I just stepped in Enfield Lock

Stepped out, now Enfield's hot

I got bands, love run into shop

And the other one there love garden hop

Get your arse slit like your name YPops

Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot

Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block

You don't know 'bout gettin' pressure from feds

Kicked down door, now my mom's all stressed (Stressed)

They keep trying to link me to Ms

Grab my phone click, tryna pre-up my text

I was so vexed, when I heard you were under arrest (For what?)

They thought I pulled the trigger of the skeng

I gave them a smile, said, "Give it a rest" (Allow it)

She's naughty, ten out of ten

The ting's in the bag, she patterns the best

One wrong move, you could be dead

Don't move right, you will get left (Like ZT says)

I just spotted one old-school friend

He weren't bounces road, but I see man jet

It was me and DB on the third

We bucked us a nerd, then we took some flesh

Gang gon' get the scorin' and the first side gon' get to the pourin'

Gun clappin's, kidnaps, and stabbings

Stepped on the A, and then B got savage

Rambos out, ZKs out, did a three-two, then spinned around

They all know they've been about

How can you talk when you screamed and shout?

I thought YPops was dead on the ground

The shame is the loudest sound

Bow-bow, we just discharged

You rap MP, you can suck your marge

Run, Mo Farah, do you like T when he got down farer

Whippin' your oldest like I'm the father

Osama, wanna terrorize blocks

Green clava when I ride on opps

I just stepped in Enfield Lock

Stepped out, now Enfield's hot

I got bands, love run into shop

And the other one there love garden hop

Get your arse slit like your name YPops

Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot (Ayy, yeah, mm-mm)

Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block (Yo)

Paranoid all my life, no slippin'

What can I say? I got too much victims (Brah)

Made a meal, still eatin' my flick ting

Job on the line, but I'm still tryna pitch him (Mm-mm)

Don't care 'bout half these yutes, header and zoots, E1's billin' (Grr)

Fans askin', "My blade is wet?"

Come off the net, you must be kiddin' (Ayy, ayy)

Rolex money, I drop a six, but couldn't a fuck about opps, I'm rich (Boom, boom)

I ain't into internet beef, you're sick (Ayy)

This man only got on tunes to snitch

Young boy bring the blade in his pokers

I said, "Next time, slow dyin', it's a process" (Brah)

All my AFGs in Rovers, bought more time then twist it and holy (Boom, boom)

Don't think you're Incredible Hulk, I'll add your soul to this dirty pole

Ordnance Road, T was way too slow

Streets are hot, and my heart is cold

Violations, man don't condone

Assassination, man upped his pole

And he heard this shit's not vacant

Rambos wavin', we buck your bros

And I just see jakes in the rear, but we don't care, just keep it composed

His bro done told, gun smoke, run home, crush walls, and we do it unknown

Unknown and T when I see man fold

This bitch, she be on me for the clout

I ain't givin' her shit, keep diggin' for gold

I ain't givin' her shit, keep diggin' for gold

I just stepped in Enfield Lock

Stepped out, now Enfield's hot

I got bands, love run into shop

And the other one there love garden hop

Get your arse slit like your name YPops

Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot

Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block

MSplash, two-tap like Stewie

Smile in his face when his blade's all gooey

I put my trust in C double S

Aim for his chest, then push that fully

Peddle bike trips, so it's us on the gang ting

Rambo on my hip, tryna see what's goody

Went jail, came home, nothing changed

We just got more opps stuck in cookies

Bad B love talkin' my name, I'm stuck in bando, thinkin' of a K

Had to link up with Tion Wayne, they talk on his name for fame

But he's backing the beef, he's fully engaged

The 125, its dinger or peds

Quick, bust that left, now we're on Park Lane

Quick, bust that left, now we're on Park Lane