In Arms

Still with some militant riders

Lungs full of green I don't mean no boogers

They can try but then just can not find us backstage chillin with 10/10 lookers

Bro got grub no cook book

Your pissed cuz your swag's just dead they could drop you a mil and you still wouldn't look good

Touch mic bound for the reload

Bro on the wing got him coming feeling like figo

NY ting tryna dirty my cupbabes I don't do no lean tho

I'm all about bands I need those zero's I ain't tryna see no repo dem man care bout likes and reposts

Swear dem man some weirdo

Up in arms

In my dreams I see foreign cars

turning up bitch imma star

Tried stop us we still at large

when it's dark

321 and we taking off

Shut the fuck up I am the boss

Found the key better change the locks

The gyal dem fuh me

The bands dem fuh me

Could never snake bro like sully

Hold man down when tings get cruddy

Eyes real low like zombie

Claim that ya bad but you man nobodies

Tryna get rich like roddy

Same job but they not my colleagues

His girl did give a man noddy

Still in my zone I'm zoning

We get gyal and you man just roasting

Uhh

Gotta stay two eyes open alert cuz I here the ops approaching

Round here just guns and roses

Bro got cats cuz the cracks explosive

Uh

gang can tell you bout motion

Uhh

Don't question my devotion

Up in arms

In my dreams I see foreign cars

turning up bitch imma star

Tried stop us we still at large

when it's dark

321 and we taking off

Shut the fuck up I am the boss

Found the key better change the locks