(Francis Road)

(Conspiracy Gang)

I can′t keep this one in my house no more

'Cause its long if the feds go raid it

Bro just drenched him up with a stainless

Now his chest and belly all aching

Romz nearly got bagged with the dots

It would′ve been long if his bag got taken

Can't even post on my snap no more

'Cause my social medias flaming

Zombie boy love giving that chat

He′s lucky that god did save him

He could′ve been dead in a grave right now

From them 13 critical shavings

Lord knows how he clocked mans face in the car

So I'm running down mainroads racing

LT9 is an athlete gang

They′re way too fast on foot it's amazing

This girl moves way too inna

Tell her fuck off if she don′t hold dick

Bro had me breaking my neck in the passy

'Cause pigs were trailing behind this whip

Throw this dots to a bitch in the South

Tell that bad b hide it in her crib

Tell her don′t move her lips

'Cause she knows thats loose lips sink ships

The slugs in my barrel come fat like Grizz

4 And a half man spent on sticks

How you know about running man down?

Now your air bubbles popped

Man you're deffo pissed

Buck into man no more talking

Now I got blood on my kicks

I′m a Southside baby born and raised

Round here we don′t talk to the pigs

If I stain that pack you ain't getting it back

′Cause me and my guys don't lack

Get round there in a 4 door truck

Get shot in your chest or back

Round here we don′t accept no vios

2 Quid dings and we're gliding strapped

Couldn′t give a fuck about waigons

.38 Spins round here get slapped

On-sight, anywhere ralla

Don't think you're safe ′cause you′re on your block

Pokez held 2 in the rave

Man thought he could whine and cotch

Feds, sirens

Can't stay in one place man′s gotta get gone

If you think you can fuck with my team

Rudeboy

Don't get yourself gone

I′m sick of 'em telling lies

Like how many times have we got round there

With the big dot dots in the ride?

Don′t run off and leave your guys

They told us to come to the block

So we went to the block and they run off and hide

I was 2 man up on a ped

That was me and Grimz tryna take mans life

New yute on the block I don't know my man

Told Marz, oi, go rev it on him

Sometimes I get bored in the trap

Opp block tours they all run like sonic

I told Pads and Romz go get a fresh dings

I'm tryna put yutes on bonnets

This bad b screams loud

Like the sound of my dots when I bruck it

Me and H went half on a dots

The dots was too long so we halved it again

Blem

This ain′t no cyber attack

I′ll see you in a bit with my loaded skeng

I ain't gotta talk too much

Rellz came to life my zombie friend

Vauxhall corsa or a stolen vechs

Either way you′re gonna meet your end

I'm done with all of the wording, verbsing

Pull up on blocks and burst him

They′re not in the ends when we're lurking

15 Inch back that and hurt him

You don′t wanna see man purging

I'll leave man red and that's for certain

I′ll pull up in a stolen german

Catch man slipping now that′s just curtains

If I'm not with the guys getting lizzy

Then I′m probably with a bitch getting busy

I got enough corn for the strizzy

Push my buttons

I'll light up your crib g

Me and the opps have history

I bullied them yutes since I was a pitney

They know how I swing my fists

Thats why they got that rammy on their hip b

Fat pussy bitch, yeah, I love it

Should′ve saw the way that I bruck it

Like the dot dot man just stuff it

I'll press my ting in public

They say that I move like a muppet

I′m paranoid, man can't trust it

Fuck it, rise my ting and bust it

I said, rise my ting and bust it

Free all my Cs

And free up all of my 2s

If I catch me an opp

I'll grip on the mop

And lick a boy out of his shoes

I′m tired of beefing these dudes

Too much talk on soc

′Till their friend gets fried on the news

Like

What's wrong with you′s?

You can catch me in BG or Valley

But

I've always got my rammy

It can get aggy when I slap on a bally

I′ll watch man freeze like a patty

I got a good link with the grafters

Incase your door needs gripping at night

I'll wake you up with a dots in your face

And bells in the ting

Like, yeah its all live

Its like, anytime we′re going on a glide

It's a 1.4 or a 125

Them pagan boys love talking smoke in a batch

Go yard then cry

Like why do they test this guy?

Like I really don't know just, why?

Me, YM, CiSav and Dymz, yeah

We′re some devilish guys

Anytime we spin that ride it′s a bruckback ting

Or shanks that we rise

I said, anytime we spin that ride its a bruckback ting

Or shanks that we rise

****** is a real life pedo

I don't know why he runs his mouth

All this talk on snap

But what the fuck has he done for the South?