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Ballie on when I step
Right, left, right and then left
Would've thought his friend was an opp
'Cah he left his bredrin for dead
Oui oui with the 9
Or skududu with the 10
Aye, skududududu for them

Kick down doors
Think again you mug
Dududu bow, might kick down yours
My plug gives me the loudest bud
Shit that smell like yours
C4 Baghdad FB 4T
The 4's, we've been on tour
The fans on my back, I like that doh
Vids we're giving them more
Shit then crazy mad-up, mad-up
Get splashed, bro, open your thoughts
Switching sides, how many times?
I swear down it was like four
And we seen man running across the road
Quiet down you don't wanna be 4's
Feds on my back, they know we're breaking the law

Man just love talk shit, get shot
Man's doing up goals on the paigon block
Girls love me and I love them not
'Cause I ain't got time on my hands, that's long
Crash don't dance, man, you must be lost
Man 2-2 step or I 1-2 bop
Can I get a 2-1 wings in the box
And a 1-2 mil for a 2-2 don
Trap hard you ain't got no prof
Man crossed the road when I diligent bop
OT put my hands on box
9 to 5 'cause I'm on my job
Feds came to my door at one
Tried to ask if I bunned that don
Shit den I don't speak English
Non j'étais à la maison

Smokey smokey
I love the elephant zoots
Better move from me, you ain't my G
No you ain't getting no 2s
Fuck a ID, it's straight on-sight
If I don't recognise you
Rat, rat, that's bro, bro
Gonna start stepping on yutes
GD out the can, the opps them scared
Yeah he was pressuring yutes
No food in your belly, your armpits smelly
Plus you was stepping in Loubs
When you hear that bang
Just know it's gang
Something like bombs on tunes
Everyone raps, everyone bangs
No time I don't know these yutes

Get man down if he don't comply
Back man's blade, tryna take man's eye
Back man's friend, 'cause I back my guy
And it breaks my heart when a man don't ride
Crash, crash at a next man's house
No love for a yute if he runs his mouth
See I love this life and I love this bow, bow
Switch up, for next man's child
Man run up in blocks like they ain't got lifts
Man's deep in the pond tryna catch some fish
Let me put it like this, they were never on piss
Now they're stabbing up kids
And I'm sick of this shit
Man I'm sick of these lies
Man just pull up and fry
GD, that's bro, can I get that pole?
Man pull up and pull up and skududu bye

Ballie on when I step
Right, left, right and then left
Would've thought his friend was an opp
'Cah he left his bredrin for dead
Oui oui with the 9
Or skududu with the 10
Skudududu for them

410 business, 2Bunny, 'low that there
Mad about bars, season 2, let's close the curtain in style
You know we had to give th streets two, can't leave with just one
A.M, Skengdo, let's take it there man

Don't gimme no chat, shut your mouth
Don't gimme no chat (oh shit, I tell them)
Xin zhao xin that's samurai yam (drill business, damn)

Don't give me no chat, shut your mouth
Don't give me no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin zhao xin that's samurai yam
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
Beef who, where, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
Ay, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin zhao xin that's samurai yam
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth kinda stinks, it's mad
Beef who, where, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

See the ting get backed
Leathers go on, no face it's mad
How can you switch and think you're bad
Was a bitch back then, still a bitch in your gang
Running away, you're screaming out, "Nan"
410, fiddy, C4 that's dad's
Better strap up, you don't wanna be a dad
Feel sorry for the kids, that's bro cause it's mad
Ay, sweetness come over here
Whine up your waist and bring it all back
Back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Ay, sweetness come over here
Whine up your waist and bring it all back
Just back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Skeng get do, better know that's man
3 rounds that's bro
 and he served them packs
Remember that day when we caught that guy
He pissed himself and you know that's facts
Man over there tryna say that we're jarring
When you was out, still wetting them flats
Throw up Cs, CG crashers, it's F Block
'Cause you'll be coming from dad's

Skengdo-do, why you so rude
Dip man's chest till the blood turned blue
Sparkz done shaved up an eediots head
He was upset 'cause it didn't go through
Skududududududu do
See a one ting like hello, boo
She was all peng, she was all cute
I ain't that buff, I'm an average yute
And I know I'm an average don
But still, I was mad as hell
Now I feel like Chucky
I just need my Annabelle
Sky News, buck buck
Bunny B just rang a bell
Came home looking fucked up
Now your mum wished that she had a girl
Gas guns, what's wrong with these fake yutes?
Chat, chat, now them chat 'nuff
Chat wass and he ate two
8, 2 that's eighty two
Times five now we're onto you
Or 9, 9 that's 81
Plus 47 plus 22
Mathematics just adding up
Yam sav just stab him up
Ç'est la vie, ç'est la vie
Très bon that's patterned up
Ay, man charged up like fully
Buzz Lightyear and Woody
Back old school you get hoodied
Man crossed the road and get bullied

Don't give me no chat, shut your mouth
Don't give me no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin zhao xin that's samurai yam
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad
Beef who, where, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
Ay, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin zhao xin that's samurai yam
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth kinda stinks, it's mad
Beef who, where, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
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Songwriters: Kasonde Lupupa Kachuma Manduli
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