[Intro]
Gotcha
[Chorus: YP14]
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gats
But them boys, they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain't got no diggers
Like, spot the difference
[Verse 1: YP14]
ONEFOUR, we still active, we still urching (Active)
If I ain't there in the field, cuz, then I guarantee I’m working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, dis and dat
Heard there's runners here in my hood
How can they run, lad, without tax?
And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
Like who got robbed at Cass? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains, lad
You get sent home on them tracks (Don't run, don't run)
J_EMZ took that trip, lad, with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang, cuz, and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Hey?)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs (Ooh-ooh)
No way I can be like them
I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)
And all this talk about smoke
How come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got
Gotcha
[Chorus: YP14]
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gats
But them boys, they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain't got no diggers
Like, spot the difference
[Verse 1: YP14]
ONEFOUR, we still active, we still urching (Active)
If I ain't there in the field, cuz, then I guarantee I’m working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, dis and dat
Heard there's runners here in my hood
How can they run, lad, without tax?
And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
Like who got robbed at Cass? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains, lad
You get sent home on them tracks (Don't run, don't run)
J_EMZ took that trip, lad, with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang, cuz, and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Hey?)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs (Ooh-ooh)
No way I can be like them
I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)
And all this talk about smoke
How come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got
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