My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gas 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

OneFour, we still active, we still earching
If I ain't out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, this and that
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 Cat's?
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks
J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Ay)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends
For dead, more like a bunch of dogs (Woof)

Everywhere I go they show mad love
They know who we are they know about us
They like to swade with drinks on us
She call me daddy like my name was puff
But thats too much im here to party
My whole crew looking like we move charlie
Cameras on me like im iCarly
Wanna be B but shes not Cardi
Turn my phone off and i go missin
Glasses on and im on a mission
Flashy lights and I start trippin
The morning comes and im still kickin
And i can't turn back cos ive come too far
Dont you turn im not Usher
Dont worry bout me im good my bra
Tell em im doing eetswa
Dont worry bout me im good my bra
Tell em im doing eetswa

Retaliation is a must, ain't no maybe, ifs or buts
We took numerous trips round there but lad that something I can't discuss (no way)
I don't wanna end up in cuffs (ugh)
We heartless wrong or right regardless yeah I'ma back my blood
Shh got got and he left his uzzo
♥♥♥♥ and he's still out talking tough (hah)
They don't know about taking risks
Them big lads they're made for this
We invest in shanks and shivs and if there's beef we taking trips
I can't call them opps, lad we beefing flops
I got friends, looking at 10, you watched yours getting put in a box (put in a box)
Who wants smoke? (who?)
They don't want smoke, trust me mothers them boys ain't ready
21 what? But one got knocked, ha, I guess that makes them 20
Free up Freddy and Lebs (free Em), plus my coey Deacon Chef
Making moves while them boys follow
Playing these games like Simon says