Ayy, whoosh

DZ

Beef with internet boys

Dead ****

Fuck the internet

Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know, it sounds cold

My heart is black and my veins are blue

He was getting run down by shanks

And he got plugged in and turned into fumes (Cabbage)

Inhale that zoot

I let my jail shank eat on a 2's (Ching, ching)

Chinged him and I chinged myself in the thumb

I looked at my shank like "How are you

Biting the hand that's feeding you?" (How?)

Hand ting in a saloon

We gotta move smart in the whip

Tryna spot a paigon and pop his balloon (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

Gang bring toys to the story, it's not a cartoon

I'll leave you looking maroon

In jail, I threw a flick knife in on a drill

In a last resort, man melt two blades in a tablespoon

We don't keep up with the latest trends

We spend our money on skengs

Their friend is dead and they talk on the net

That's their version of revenge (He's gone)

Like what's going through their head?

They're confusing the streets with the internet (Ayy)

Cyber attacking the guys who's wet

We got no respect for the inter-dead (None)

Come like we got a war with spiders

Cah them man are just stuck to the web

But they can't be spiders

Cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs

Why the fuck are they into the fashion?

That's for the pretty girls, not the GM's

My man got shot and bled

'Cah he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent

Stop tryna impress the civilians

Your dead friends looking down from

The sky saying "Ride for me, you idiot"

Girl landed from Australia, Italian and she's Egyptian (Leng one)

Feds putting my gang on pyramids

Cah they wanna give us imprisonment

I went jail for selling that heroin

Fuck, I wish they thought it was cinnamon (Free me)

My rambo gives big nasty wounds

And I laugh like I watch Mo Gilligan

Me and Tiny chasing millions

We ain't gotta post or stack in pictures

Or buy designer to show our wealth

The things we buy will fuck up your health

Got guns for the war and guns to sell (Bow)

We don't keep up with the latest trends

We spend our money on skengs (Yeah)

Their friend is dead and they talk on the net

That's their version of revenge (He's gone)

Like what's going through their head?

They're confusing the streets with the internet

Cyber attacking the guys who's wet

We got no respect for the inter-dead (Ayy)

Come like we got a war with spiders

Cah them man are just stuck to the web

But they can't be spiders

Cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs

Why the fuck are they into the fashion?

That's for the pretty girls, not the GM's

My man got shot and bled

'Cah he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent

Stop spreading rumours to the fans

Congratulations, they believe you and think you're bad (Leng boy)

But if we just stick to the stats, the

Reality is that your friends are packs

He got red stripes on his chest and back

Them man are our rivals

Gangs like intern, them man there are AC Milan

Keep talking on Snap' and 'Gram

We're not gonna reply online

Send me a low, I'll buck you live

I got a blade like Wesley Snipes

Bro called 1AM that day you got clocked but it weren't your time

And your reply was taking a fucking pic of a postcode sign

Fucking weirdo

Yeah

Free my fucking **** Splash

Yeah

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