[ Featuring HooliganSKINNY ]
Yeah
Police knocking on doors wanna know who's letting that go
They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know
You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringing smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas, yeah
Police knocking on doors wanna know who's letting that go
They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know
You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringing smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas, Ho! Ho! Ho!
They say I'm mad 'cause I'm trigger happy
Not into the chatting I'm doin the addy
Can't say too much
I'll run out of luck
Then I'm back again in that padding
What's the score?
Add a tally, your poor mum's next then your dad is
No love round here, not Cali
I swear I'll bag em up no saddie
Grew up with the older, no doubt I'll go to war with ya olders
I was hopping out the Holden
Big bitch needed two hands to hold it
Every problem we solved it, emptied the clip and they bolted
I've got straps without holsters
My trackies keep that from jolting
Mr Shoot'n'Score FPO still run that ball
No chit or chat or tit for tat we turning them to informs
You can pick a park
If you don't show up we are bringing smoke to ya door (knock knock)
You can pick a park
If you don't show up we are bringing smoke to ya door (pussy)
See I done time, for that big bitch, don't talk to me 'bout triggers
Don't try bridge up, 'cause trust, we are well known for burning bridges
Try your luck you get lifted (argh)
Skinny had the long distance (bah)
Every drama we been through none of them dogs went the distance (nah)
Police knocking on doors wanna know who's letting that go
They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know
You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringing smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas, Ho! Ho! Ho!
They know its Skinny, AKA That Drilla! AKA MrGetShitDone
When my shit gets done
Then they know I squeezed that trigger
I'm prepared to risk it all, they know it's smoke if I rock up
All I'm saying is they played with my name and the next day my opps got shot
We pick a park, they don't rock up
They talk a lot till we run up
Just gimme the addy and fana
I'll run him down in his bunker
How many times did I call there number
FTP till they free my brother (psh)
Don't talk to me about guns
One call away to grip that steel 'cause they know I'll get that job done
Fake cunts wanna talk bout knocks I'll show you knocks I swear on my mum
They call themselves soldiers?
We shot em up they folded
They ran and told there oldest, sawn off pumpy brother I'll solve it
Yeah, sawn off pumpy brother I'll solve it
Police knocking on doors wanna know who's letting that go
They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know
You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringing smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas, Ho! Ho! Ho!
