[Intro: Fix Dot'M] Uh, we're gonna steam roll ‘em on this one, real talk Jheez, Fix, wow, What you don't know my name? Fix Dot'M [Verse 1: Fix Dot'M] Ah, I can take your pain way Like Sylar remove your headtop, take your brain away f** a rainy day, cuz I blatantly rave I was made to stay I be getting it hard, so I'm spending it, DNA chain My God, they frozen my blood in my necklace We roll up, me, buck and eff'ing Giggs Start dumping, pitch n***as, sever wigs And if you b**h n***as ever snitch I've got something that'll take the tip off the Everest Look, I'll take the piss out of everything Spit ‘til the sh** click, spit ‘til I've emptied it Slip something out, then slip something in again, raaah Tooly'll injure him This ain't a movie try picturing Look, but don't try pitching me ‘cause this sh** buss like 63 (get it), come on stick with me Listen my punches are insane, they drop nice on your ear like an earring Mind I take you to the streets where I grind work I can tell you how to eat, not on my turf Show you how a 9 work Show you how 1 shot will let a n***a float like an iceberg Jheez [Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot'M] Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Had to get one in your lung Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Had to get one in your lung [Verse 2: Giggs] Jheez! These n***as know my partner, colt 4 fizzy's my devoted barker Talked up first, Ima load it after Have your white tee looking like a squashed “tomatah” Roll through gaza, phone on charge Buck boys ringing me, told me park up (skrrt) s*uts eyes digging me, loads of laughter Make moves and my pockets will be bulging after MMM! Right now Im cane'in the underground Me, Hollowman, coz I came with another sound Yea I got straps, but I ain't one of them loud mother f**ers that be waving a gun around Jheez! When my shotty raise up, and you spot gets sprayed up It will make your little pussio posse wake up I'll lock it and pop it, then blow out, chill out With a zoobie while sipping convousier cups, ooo Violent squad, silent shot, and Im fresh of the island what Walk in a stylish top and the bird on its looking kinda Lyle and Scott, what Hand on my knife, YG left, Spen stands on the right And I got my gang on a hype Rolling round to Movado screaming out “Gangsta Fi Life” [Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot'M] Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Had to get one in your lung Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Smacked with the bu*t of the gun Had to get one in your lung