Yeh they cry and whinge about onefour, Coz we taking beef to their front door, Bridging up with that tough talk, But you ring police when your son saw, All it takes is just one call, One text and that sun sets, Listen out for that .22 Coz nobody's safe when that gun checks, You talkin tough with your crew, Bout all those crazy things that you do, All that bridging up with that heavy stuff, When we really know it ain't true, Tell me, who you gonna send thru? Have them sorted it out in that moment, Pussy, stop it lad, when I clock it back, You be praying to God it ain't loaded