What ya fkn plan next, When I run in with a tech, Black boots face mask and a vest, Take everything in the place that you rest, Camouflage in the hood that I love out west, Ballin up like jordan, Sharp shanks for the warden, Crack Fiends up til 4 in the morning, Ain’t made pays so I’m ripping into organs, Startin young tryna make bank, Rob ya whole crew just for a prank, Never said names & that’s on gang, Ops gon drop when the glock go bang, Crafting up a weapon on the anvil, Every situation I got handled, To join the crew gotta make a news scandal, Stomping on my enemies in my gucci sandals, Ops chasing while I’m chasing for the cheque, With the whole game flashing around my neck, Affiliated to the set, In the city we was hunted, We had to roll with the punches, Now we stacking nothing less then hundreds, D.U.B.T love out for the homies in the slums of London 🇳🇿🇬🇧🇯🇲 I leave ops in a place that’s sunken, 5 O’z to a P that’s nothin, My hitters they stepped on the scene, Took everything just for the cream, We lay into crews to let off some steam We do anything just for the green, War ready with the team, All black like a glock goin for a night fix Timberland boots, Gucci bags whole fit covered in nike ticks, Only few mouths can speak my name, Day 1’s that never shifted the blame or the loved 1’s that's blood is the same, Ladz that helped me for something to gain, Only with the same hitters that went thru the same pain,