Fists Up (feat. Vicc)

Why these boys wanna test my patience (why) They're all basic They talk tough on the gram all day Then when they see me up close don't say shit (pussy) I swear I'm not on no gang shit But try me and you'll leave with a facelift (yeh) Four-three we're known to be majors Don't ever come with that fake shit If a scrap goes down in the hood Even on a sunny day I'll storm in I could've sworn they were missionaries 'Cause whenever we pull up they call more-men 'Cause they know my team got that form When they see us swing like Greg Norman And if they wanna come to my ends They have to know that's my call like Jordan No time for this chit chat Call me Dig-Dat 'Cause me and my bro did tactics These fakes talk tough like a car in drive 'Cause I swear on my mum they can't back it (bang) We stay active Tell 'em that's enough to get a man down Fuck these clowns, tell 'em all drop now Fa tolu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess (that's us) Got one here no need for the two Old mate right hand put you to rest That four-three to that fitu fitu I hold it down for my set Fucken oath, listen Fitu fitu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Siana we keen for the mess (of course) Got one here no need for the two Old mate leftie put you to rest (oua) That double seven to the four-three I hold it down for my set (Aye Victor tell them tokz) Home of the brave Land of the G's If you want that beef Better tread carefully If so, my team will go get that We pull up the gone like snapchat These fists goes up better hack that Fuck that, tell them dogs come catch that They talk but they never act 'Cause I ain't no mullet 'cause i never hang back Double seven to a fat hit put on repeat Them boys they talk about takin' trips But they always skip my street When they come around to throw down guarantee They gotta stop 'til it hits the concrete Best believe when I leave I throw my sevens up And shout out Inala G's Get the shit done in the state of Queen's Fitu fitu go get 'em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess Got one here (aye) no need for the two Old mate leftie put you to rest That double seven to the four-three I hold it down for my set Fucken oath, listen Fa tolu go get em, who's say less No gat, shank, fuck that, fist up Uso we keen for the mess (lessgo) Got one here (aye) no need for the two Old mate right hand put you to rest That four-three to that fitu fitu I hold it down for my set Listen I got tokoz in the Seven that'll fear no man straight loto lahi (oua) Got hamoz in the four-three that'll feed ya like aunty's at a koga' i (fa man) This is Brisbane, we're different We don't roll around with no weapon, trust me We don't need a shiv when we got two fists Just find the bloke and then step him (of course) Don't talk to me about cheffings Unless you spend you're life in the kitchen (aye) Don't talk to me about weddings Unless there's a bride and groom and they kissin' Don't talk to me about bootings Unless you're talkin' 'bout a conversion Four-three double o to the double Seven My uso's puttin' that work in Aye toko let's tell them real quick Pinkies up, to the heaven That seven, my brethrens Gotcha boy, that's leverage If not that then we'll swing like Savage (Swing) Who's got a problem Who's got an issue Better speak 'em now 'Cause the g's from Inala and forty-three We hold it down