What Is The Score

[Intro: LD]
Big motherfucking waps
Big motherfucking racks
Big clips
6 shit
Mans pulling up, jogging on niggas
Yeah, alla dat
Gang, Gang

[Chorus: Y.SJ X LD]
6 gang with the opps on man
Cah they know we do drillings
Go check out the bootings
Check out the chingings
.44’s, 10 toes with the dots
6 gang done did it
67K what where
He either tripped or it's spilling
Bare man rap for the cause
You don’t bang for friend
That’s under the floor
Like he got chinged
And he got whacked
So tell me what is the score?
And I hear man rapping on tracks
Like ours didn’t take one of yours
And bare man rap ‘bout banging
When they ain’t even ready for war

[Verse 1: Y.SJ]
Young Jigga, niggas know that I’m lurky
On the drive, R6 and Sizz
Tryna smoke opp like Percy
Big rambo and I’ll drench man
Get in my way
I ain’t showing no mercy
Dill up, crash with the fam
The whole of my gang got their hands dem dirty
The opps ain’t adding no K
How the hell you gonna talk about ropes?
Some washed yutes tryna scream Town
I’ll just run man down with my woes
All up in my hands with smoke
Tryna air out your friend den ghost
Way too needy
Dem nigga’s just lie for their hoes
2 dots dat’s Itch and Sizz
On the opp block, where they’re not on piss
Dem man love chat like bitch
Should have seen the run
When we jumped out the whiz
Gang dinger might pull up on violence
If your run, keep ducking and diving
What’s with the running and hiding?
I told man dat no one ain’t sliding

[Verse 2: ST]
Crash corn at anyone
Niggas know we on violence
Me and Yung Conz stay tooled up
Out ‘ere tryna catch man sliding
Man get the drop on the opps
Little man der just got a knife in
How could call this ‘Beef’
When we get ‘round there and you hiding?
Broski fill up the ting
I’ll fill up the ting, let's lurk
2 L’s on the opp block
Lurk with Itch and I’ll put him on his shirt
Rage way to whizzy like I always say ‘Skrr-Skrr’
T-Trap's loving the ends
Pedal bike tryna push work
Drillers and trappers
Fuck with the 6
Get cheffed or pitched
There's shit, there’s tragic
Pull up on the drive with me and my guys
All the opps vanish
Bro don’t talk, bro shoot dem
Bro is the maddest
Bro got me, I got bro
No dashing when we splashing
4 door, 4 man
That’s me and my gang tryna catch man lacking
2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs in the ride don’t panic
2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs, see feds, mans dashing
Tryna leave a opp cabbage

[Verse 3: R6]
Jump out
Jump out on a mad one
Boom, baw-baw in the place
You can be Chinese or Indian
I don’t give a toss about your race
Pull up on a opp block
Bare pussies coming like a brothel in the place
Only time I run and leave my friends
When we legging from jakes
Whip, Whip, Whip
Older bro in the kitchen
Watch him do up the flake
I got both for the low
Raw in the dotty for the smackers the tastes
Camp on the opp block
Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake
Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake
Hold
Who’s that qwengers on the opp block?
See the way that she shakes
If that’s a oppers girl
Can you lead me to my mates?
Knock-knock on my door
Feds, window escape
10 toes in Brixton like bitch I’m with my apes
Drench man normal that’s a opp boy
Open bare police tapes
Whip-whip, in dat pot do a dab
My nigga whip the flake
Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame
Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame

[Verse 4: LD]
Bare man rap for the cause
Don’t bang for their friends that’s under the floor
Capo got wetted in front of his friends
Yeah all of dem pussio's saw
Free Squeezy he was on the phone laughing
We all know we should’ve got more
And bare man rap about banging
When they ain’t even ready for war
They ain’t out 'ere tryna risk It
Tryna rise that mash and fill It
Turn a opp pack then bill It
When I jump in the ride and spin It
I know my shooters tryna drill it
They could be old or young, skinny or fat
They see me they kick it
Two cannon’s on the opp block
Like I came here to help out Ade OG
Tilt that, shoot man's face from a angle
Leave man's visuals V
Suttin' got touched round there
Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
Suttin' got touched round there
Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
Go and get you some manners
Still step with handy tools
That’s a man-bag with nails and hammers
Bang corn from the days
We were out 'ere tryna flag red bandanas
Lean and bop with ting
Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger
Lean and bop with ting
Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger

[Chorus: Y.SJ X LD]
6 gang with the opps on man
Cah they know we do drillings
Go check out the bootings
Check out the chingings
.44’s, 10 toes with the dots
6 gang done did it
67K what where
He either tripped or it's spilling
Bare man rap for the cause
You don’t bang for friend
That’s under the floor
Like he got chinged
And he got whacked
So tell me what is the score?
And I hear man rapping on tracks
Like ours didn’t take one of yours
And bare man rap ‘bout banging
When they ain’t even ready for war

[Outro: LD]
War is war...
War is war