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(Intro)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yo, turn me up, fam)
Ayy, ayy, listen…
Rrah, rrah!
(Verse 1)
Pull up on the block, man’s lurkin’,
Blade on my waist, ting steady, it’s workin’,
Opps get chinged, no talk, just burst him,
Two in the chest, now the mandem swervin’.
Back road creepin’, opp boys leakin’,
How you talk tough, but your heart rate’s peakin’?
Run man down, no cap, man’s breathin’,
Heard he got wetted, now his whole block’s weepin’.
Dip, dip, splash, leave a man in the mud,
Ten toes, I’m out here, blood on my gloves,
Talkin’ ‘bout drillin’, you ain’t seen no crud,
Catch him lackin’, now his whole gang’s done up, bruv.
(Chorus)
Rambo in the jacket, opps gettin’ chinged,
Pull up on your block, man’s lettin’ it sing,
Talk on the net, but they don’t do a thing,
Big blade swingin’, watch the blood start to cling.
No love for the opps, that’s death on sight,
Catch a man slippin’, make him dance for his life,
Knife in my hand, got my ting on tight,
Leave a boy stiff, now his boys take flight.
(Verse 2)
All black hoodie, man move like a ghost,
See the opp boys, that’s a toast, get close,
If I catch him lackin’, it’s peak, that’s ghost,
Now his mum’s in the papers, fam, that’s jokes.
Big 15-inch, that’s my best friend,
Any violation, that’s a life gone, end,
Wettin’ man down, bruv, it’s all for the trend,
Talk on the gang, I’ll have your whole block bent.
Heard your boy got chinged, and you didn’t do nada,
Why you talkin’ tough, but you ain’t on drama?
My YGs hungry, they’ll chef man proper,
Leave your whole crew in bits, that’s karma.
(Chorus)
Rambo in the jacket, opps gettin’ chinged,
Pull up on your block, man’s lettin’ it sing,
Talk on the net, but they don’t do a thing,
Big blade swingin’, watch the blood start to cling.
No love for the opps, that’s death on sight,
Catch a man slippin’, make him dance for his life,
Knife in my hand, got my ting on tight,
Leave a boy stiff, now his boys take flight.
(Bridge)
(Ching, ching)
Wet man down, no remorse, no pity,
Roll through your block, make your whole strip gritty,
Talkin’ ’bout smoke? Then come with it quickly,
Blade in my hand, and I’m movin’ real shifty.
Blood on the pavement, that’s what I like,
Opps run scared when they see my knife,
I ain’t here to talk, man, I’m takin’ lives,
No cap, bruv, that’s the drillin’ life.
(Chorus)
Rambo in the jacket, opps gettin’ chinged,
Pull up on your block, man’s lettin’ it sing,
Talk on the net, but they don’t do a thing,
Big blade swingin’, watch the blood start to cling.
No love for the opps, that’s death on sight,
Catch a man slippin’, make him dance for his life,
Knife in my hand, got my ting on tight,
Leave a boy stiff, now his boys take flight.
(Outro)
Rrah, rrah!
All the opps run when we touch their block…
No talkin’, straight ching!
(Ayy, ayy)

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