[Intro]
Yeah
Hold tight my 410 niggas, innit
[Verse 1: Rjay]
Ring-trap everyday, tell my young G buss' that draw
And if you catch an opp lacking lil nigga don't talk, just bore
Said they want war with the mandem, said they want war with the 4's (410, 410)
Them niggas talk too much, like them niggas don't want war (Ka-boom, ka-boom)
I used to be local, now I take hella trips for the money (For the money)
Might down rap for the ambiance, might down lane for the sunny (For the sunny)
Shit is not a joke, if I back out the ting; they're running (They're running)
Young Rendo with the choo', tell my nigga, "Don't talk just bun him" (Ka-boom, ka-boom)
And if you don't make P's on the road, my brother, you're a jokeman (You're a jokeman)
And if you talk about beef on the roads, my young g assault man ('Sault, 'sault)
Man'a got cash for days, and man'a got gyal on the lingo (Gyal on the lingo)
Man'a just beat man gyal, man'a might have to beat man's ting bro
But then it's back to the trap, flick packs, better know I got a whole load of them
Breaking out tens
Them boy, they're gems
We can never be friends
Like fuck your ends
And fuck your friends
It's ring, trap to the ends
[Verse 2: Skengdo]
Kick down doors and run up in house, roll with the robbers, it's mad (Bow)
Hammers on deck, no face, no case like, darg, I ain't tryna get grabbed (No)
Big dipper on me, I poke up a don who thinks he's bad (Dip, dip, dip)
They try link up with the opps, now they're pissed they're beefing the 'dads
Got things on things, it's mad
Them boy, they dashing
They don't want it from man (They don't want it from man, nah)
They say it's the truth, but I've never seen man (But I've never seen no-one)
Like AM will shake that can (Who?)
Pressurise that, hear it go bang
Just hear it go bang
Your young boy's got that thing, he's taller than you but he's running from man (Dashing)
Ten-toes stepping with a green ballie with a chef 'cause I do it with gang
0.8 in the Ben, only my niggas are seeing the grams (Ching)
Claim that you're on me
Well I beg you please stop running from man (Stop running, man)
They had Young Ren, so certi'
Don't want no beef, they're nerdy
And they soon get smoked like Percy
They talk about me
Talk about me, best hashtag lurky
Snap in the ends, big whips all swervy (Swerve)
Mr roll with the rah
I got a new ting 'cause the last was dirty
Yeah
Hold tight my 410 niggas, innit
[Verse 1: Rjay]
Ring-trap everyday, tell my young G buss' that draw
And if you catch an opp lacking lil nigga don't talk, just bore
Said they want war with the mandem, said they want war with the 4's (410, 410)
Them niggas talk too much, like them niggas don't want war (Ka-boom, ka-boom)
I used to be local, now I take hella trips for the money (For the money)
Might down rap for the ambiance, might down lane for the sunny (For the sunny)
Shit is not a joke, if I back out the ting; they're running (They're running)
Young Rendo with the choo', tell my nigga, "Don't talk just bun him" (Ka-boom, ka-boom)
And if you don't make P's on the road, my brother, you're a jokeman (You're a jokeman)
And if you talk about beef on the roads, my young g assault man ('Sault, 'sault)
Man'a got cash for days, and man'a got gyal on the lingo (Gyal on the lingo)
Man'a just beat man gyal, man'a might have to beat man's ting bro
But then it's back to the trap, flick packs, better know I got a whole load of them
Breaking out tens
Them boy, they're gems
We can never be friends
Like fuck your ends
And fuck your friends
It's ring, trap to the ends
[Verse 2: Skengdo]
Kick down doors and run up in house, roll with the robbers, it's mad (Bow)
Hammers on deck, no face, no case like, darg, I ain't tryna get grabbed (No)
Big dipper on me, I poke up a don who thinks he's bad (Dip, dip, dip)
They try link up with the opps, now they're pissed they're beefing the 'dads
Got things on things, it's mad
Them boy, they dashing
They don't want it from man (They don't want it from man, nah)
They say it's the truth, but I've never seen man (But I've never seen no-one)
Like AM will shake that can (Who?)
Pressurise that, hear it go bang
Just hear it go bang
Your young boy's got that thing, he's taller than you but he's running from man (Dashing)
Ten-toes stepping with a green ballie with a chef 'cause I do it with gang
0.8 in the Ben, only my niggas are seeing the grams (Ching)
Claim that you're on me
Well I beg you please stop running from man (Stop running, man)
They had Young Ren, so certi'
Don't want no beef, they're nerdy
And they soon get smoked like Percy
They talk about me
Talk about me, best hashtag lurky
Snap in the ends, big whips all swervy (Swerve)
Mr roll with the rah
I got a new ting 'cause the last was dirty
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