All my team turn up All my b**hes turn up You can burnt up All my gang turn up All my squad turn up I ain't got a Niña but you can get burst blud Dont come to my curb cuz All my boys on the curb doing work son Stuck up in the dirt mum Moving all these bricks till my feet numb This trapping isnt for Fun I'll be moving these packs until more come I'll be serving these fiends then more come More come means more haters means more guns Means more bullets means more dying sons Turn up one Time for the ones thats are gone Rest in peace Living the life of a beast Have a feast of meat now hoes wanna meet On the beat I'm a chief like Keef Smoking on this reef mo beef In the street its chickens on me I'm with my g's and we B.I.G Tryna dodge uniform and C.I.D So ain't no muddaf**er gonna stop me