Section 60 (Feat. Active Gxng & Tpl)

DT5 on the beat
Active Gang, TPL, Free Bills, Free Yolo
A Team step and leave man stretched
DC step and dem man jet
Mm-mm
Four wheel drive on the Broadwater
Mario Kart, let's go, let's go (Let's go)
Wet man down like Costa coffee or corn fly like Mysterio
Bally on my face, would've thought I was Jo
Chit-chat on the net, come taste this pole
Abz ain't slapped off shit, he's a joke
Run to the A-Class like Usain Bolt
Circle the O with the sammy on me
Shotgun bark, now I see high knees
Ram-rambo cut tru' Tech Fleece
Slice and dice, that's hella mince meat (Hella)
Walk in the place, see hella bad b's
Jakes on my arse, tryna find where I creep
Why pree, why pree?
CPN got me doing high knees (Aw man, runnin')
They just jump on the net and diss me
Give me a drop and I get round quickly
Three man step, tryna leave man six feet
Have the whole borough in Section 60
This corn here for a man, no wayo
Get a man down then we get down pickney
There's no way I'll sleep on the vio
Now you got Long live Shh in your bio
Let's glide, I got no chill
These bells come fat like Uncle Phil
Twelve gauge short like Carlton
It got chopped, it used to be tall like Will
Juice gets spilled, zoots get billed
Come like Match of the Day
The way we bake in the trap and then glide on drills
Wait for the call like Willy Hill
Or is it a confirmed kill
Don't catch feelings, we catch bodies
And we don't care how your mum feels
Mask on chinging, grinning
Pray CCTV, don't catch my grills
Fuck peace, rest in piss
It's war, Ceemizz got put in a RAW
See man buckle, fall on the floor
Get bored, scream Stop, what you tek this for?
He got ignored and chinged up more
Civilians watching, oh, war is war
'Course my soldiers steppin'
Feel like James when I grip this force
Two in the Q, that's 007
I'm from the 1st and fuck with 7's
If I don't catch him, Greazy get him
Ay bro, I need to reload
Ain't talking, so I'm cutting kilos
We caught the handy, call it Mandy
Cock it back and pray the teeth do bite (Bow)
Your bro got shot in the ends, no way (No way)
My brodie Dottz try give him a ching (Ching)
My mates fire, it's beating off sticks
The opps are shit
Came to my block, with a dead ass beater
So many cars, ain't got no heaters
Man I saved that shot like a keeper
Now I'm in the Farm with a brand-new beater
If I see Dappz in sight, then creep up
Made man jump, take flight like Jordan
If he don't die, the night will haunt him
It's not a game, he can't respawn in (Game over)
Can't live off mummy and daddy
So I have to wake up and go and get it (Yes, I do)
Likkle man talking all that badness
I don't think he's even on cheffings (No, he ain't)
G19, that's fully automatic, that's unlimited pressings
Or it might be the ZK
Zombie on me, #Brilliantwettings (Ching them)
Can't lie, the beef weren't frying
But now there's no way the war's deadin'
To the Nizz man's headin'
O'mizz, GB screamin': Get him (Get him)
Two on the dots, what the fuck were you thinking?
Chat, chat, chat like one kingpin
But in the ends, you're a fuckin' victim (You are)
Broski linked me with the Smithen
Lemme state some facts (Some facts)
Mizz got caught on a lack
Put in a Riz' and turned to a pack
Culprit got did in his chest
Straight through his tee, I think it came out his back
That's only half of what's in my ash
They're literally ghostin'
We have to go heaven to find most of their gang
They thought there was three S's on the ride
But I swear there was actually four (True)
'Cah S was with S
And S put the ting in S
Hear the ding-dong roar
T got chopped in Cres' like a box of loud, he never turned to a score
And anytime I do me a booting
Straight sauna, gunpowder on my pores (Bow)
And this bitch wan' arks (Bitch)
Why do I still have bootcuts?
I'm in the ride with the whoosh
The dinger's all squashed
Ay Suspect, move up (Move)
Slip, then you're gonna get juiced up
Bad one suck me off like a hoover (Bad b)
I done it on foot, I done it on pedals
I done it on a fuckin' scooter
I was in the T, tryna make millions
Went jail, didn't get my HDC
I got TT flake on me
If I back this whoosh, they'll skate from me
Me and A-Kid done ran it up
We've been round bread like a bakery (My bro)
And KA's itchin' to slap it
I tell him Just take it off saftey, G
BA done slapped it bait (Bow)
Blitz and H done slapped it bait (Bow)
They're brothers, not twins
Put a wap in their hands, they both look the same
I was in the trap just doing up wrestling (Uh-uuh)
Call Jo, headlock this caine (True)
I'mma put this all in tickets
Then watch this disappear like David Blaine
Look
Bad B cattin' for the Kid
She knows I'm on drills and likes the way I rhyme (Uh-uuh)
T.Scam and I've never been a boxer
Back my shank out my Calvin Kleins (No way)
And talk on the gang, don't be silly
You don't wanna end up like that Calvin guy
'Cah he got caught and cheffed
Now, he's in a zoot, and he's in the sky