[Verse 1: Legz]
They like "Leg, where have you been?"
I ain't heard much, you've been off for a while and you barely is a ting
This time I self way out in London but I ain't trynna barter that judge again
Now I'm back in the ends, PO 17 down to the end
My team so official, act up, we send man south with this ammo
And my gang move sick, put the horn to your nose, tryna move wild like a rhino
And man don't do lackin'
So anywhere I go, you know you see my knife go
And the gang ain't riskin'
So anywhere we go, you know you see the ting load
Man get slapped for givin' out info
Get slashed in a move like Kimbo
Tryna tek my four bimbo, we switch up
They don't wanna steal, wanna still be involved
Flip out my knife, forgive me it's wicked, let's chat
Let's see what I chat off of that
Cut mans face, sssh, buss out there
Man tryna fuckin' run after man
Tek your boy, tryna snap the gang
Movin' active, I tek weh your phone out your hand
PO, that's us
Get caught like a body, [?], get rushed
We ain't leavin' the scene till we know mans face a 100% bust
See you when you roll up, don't move
Must jump out and back out your stuff
Nigga, nigga don't front
Fresh out my brudda Worm (Welcome back!)
Why the feds won't leave man judge won't leave Worm
But word back home, prepare for them bridges them to get burned
From the road to the jailhouse
Know you can't fuck my nigga Worm
Even a bird wouldn't finish his worms
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