LikkleDotz on the beat

It's LikkleDotz OTB

He approached me and got his arse beat

Thought I was a neek 'til I showed him levels

Right hook, uppercut, knees and jabs

The opps get attacked when they step on my land

Bitch wanna jeet me, she can't do that

If I don't wanna slap, I'll fling it to the gang

He got-got on a vacant night

When we got his older the sky was bright

The opps love tempt me, tease me

It's all fun and games 'til their friends on the TV

He got-got on the CCTV

They didn't catch me, must've turnt Houdini

That was thirteen man on a case

When they caught my mate but we left theirs bleedin'

Rip through tendos, tear through vessels

Puncture organs, no way is he healin'

I'm a different type of savage

Go ask about me, I'm on none of the chattings

If one of their mates got captured

Don't even think, just know it's the Crashers

I'll show man real life badness

Go on their block, see a team of actors

The way he got-got was tragic

They're screamin' stop but we kept on stabbin'

I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'

Still tryna make me a killin'

On the opp block man's sinnin'

Juice bare spillin'

Gyally on me want dickings

Got a slim brownin' with a largest back

Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang

She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang

'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'

Still tryna make me a killin'

On the opp block man's sinnin'

Juice bare spillin'

Gyally on me want dickings

Got a slim brownin' with a largest back

Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang

She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang

'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

I just spotted a yute from a distance

I'm tryna get up close, tryna take his life

Start of the day's the hardest decision

Should I bring the flicky or the Rambo knife?

Handbrake skiddin' on opp blocks

Big bro done that in a drop-top

Anytime that I've been 'round there it's a bruck down motor

Old school, I done it with a one pop

That's one in the head

Bro-bro got five more shells in his pocket

All the verbal stuff is useless

Buck me in the field, let's see if you're on it

Stupid, stupid, he thought he could prove it

Now he's layin' there flat like a battery

Stuff four man up in that back seat

And look for someone's son to pack please

They attempt them drillings and fail

We attemp them drillings, accomplish missions

And send a man straight to hell

Hammers get backed, they scream like girls

You would've thought they had fake hair and nails

CG to the end

Whatever I done, I'll do it again

Rise up smoke for all of my friends

I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'

Still tryna make me a killin'

On the opp block man's sinnin'

Juice bare spillin'

Gyally on me want dickings

Got a slim brownin' with a largest back

Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang

She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang

'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

I'm in the kitchen with the whippin'

Still tryna make me a killin'

On the opp block man's sinnin'

Juice bare spillin'

Gyally on me want dickings

Got a slim brownin' with a largest back

Tryna bubble it up for the whole of the gang

She's stressed now 'cah she can't hang

'Cah she wanna fuck with that weird little gang

LikkleDotz on the beat

It's LikkleDotz OTB