This Side

Splurgeboys

All a dat, all a dat, all a dat

Guns, money, drugs, guns, money, drugs

Juggin', Juggin', Juggin', Juggin'

The pigs they be looking, 5-0 on a **** on the wing

With a kettle cooking (Fuck the Feds)

Got the crack rocks in the alleyway, the traps gotta pay (Course it does)

Money coming in hella ways, big guns still got a trey

C Rose whipping up some yay, gang shit sipping on some ?

R6 that's my little ****, yeah my little **** do you broad day (R6)

Let's lurk, two L's up, get your bells up, what more can I say?

Big spinner, long nose ting got me feeling like a cowboy

Kway kway with a hard pack, tryna blend in like a white boy

Two-two that's a light toy

Two bells in that twelve, double tap, do him two times

Trap hard till I'm dead up, I need hella rackets and food lines

Smashing out FIFA 25, make a killing, that's every night

Hunting knife on a lurk, lurking round for a kill

Or a backpack with a twelve, best dash, duck and dive from these bells

**** ain't coming 'round this side

Big WAPS on the corner, big bike, four door, real pushbike

67 pens are busting, look at my chest, look how it sits right

44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust, we don't know about fist fights

I swear these brothers ain't learning, 44 corn just burn him

These **** ain't coming round here, won't go around there

'Cause 67's lurking

Swear these brothers ain't learning, 44 corn just burn him

These **** ain't coming round here, won't go around there

'Cause 67's lurking

These **** ain't coming round this side

Scales out, clingfilm and stones, if you're talking tickets

Yeah, we sold out shows

Bro got tickets, said he sold out snow, young days outside was cold

Big heat for the cause til we love the beef, too hot, too cold

I'll slide on you anytime for bro that's big 40s and chunky stones

Feds on my case won't leave me alone (I gotta run now)

Hos on my case won't leave me alone (Don't wanna fuck now)

I'm smoking Cookie, backwards roach

I'm fly, you're high like a drone

Don't know about dem but I'm living my dream

I get racks from trap cause I cut down bits and bobs of green

I get racks from rap cause right now we're wrapping up the music scene

Green, orange blue notes are pink, know it true say I love the queen

No mileage, my Loubs are clean, Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans

You say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez

67 gang, can't source like we

No mileage, my Loubs are clean, Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans

You say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez

67 gang, can't source like we

**** ain't coming round this side

Big WAPS on the corner, big bike, four door, real pushbike

67 pens are busting, look at my chest, look how it sits right

44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust, we don't know about fist fights

I swear these brothers ain't learning, 44 corn just burn him

These **** ain't coming round here, won't go around there

'Cause 67's lurking

Swear these brothers ain't learning, 44 corn just burn him

These **** ain't coming round here, won't go around there

'Cause 67's lurking

These **** ain't coming round this side