Man wanna talk like they're down for the war

That's not war, that's not beef

That yout' said he was a section boy

But that's not Litz, That's not Sleeks

That's not Swift and that's not Inch and

That's not K9, that's not Reeks

Man said he's been on it from time

Looked at him like that's not Deeps

Boom, Man'a put Max on beat

Corn on cobs, wraps on cheese

Walked in the shop

Got racks not deets

Hoodie got goggs like that's not Deeps

I'm good with the box

Man'a put packs on streets

I'm being giving shots

Man'a say thanks just leave

I body you're squad

I don't take crap from neeks

They proabably forgot man are

Not bad, they're breeds

They probably forgot

Man are not one of them please

Man'a'man talk, not one of them speak

They're weak

Man'a'man grind and eat

They're not grime

They hide and fleet

Man no cry, man ride Patrice

If I pull up outside

Man hide, just beef

If a n***a buss high slugs

Fly high like bees

Fill a n***a upright with fries just eat

They used to think that I'm weird

Now they think that I'm harder

Plus, my friend got a beard

And he's looking Osama

Somebody get a chair

I can't stand in farmers

What you doing round here

Them man are just barbers

Gyal give me that Um-um

I make her say Uh-uh

She gonna give me the punana

Now tell you're friends about banana

Peng, peng, peng

Them man hate much

Don't hate on my brudda

Saw them they won't say much

What you sayin'

They didn't say nada

It's not that deep

See me in the street

Bare eight balls cause I broke down the key

Hype with me

Eight man stuffed in a jeep

And we coming down this heath

Touch my weed

Acting like you don't know

Nigga this is S4P

Cutting through Heath

That n***a owes me P'z

Chased him till he got weak

Nigga it's peak

Man can't phone me again

Delete my number I told him again

Gyal with the big back phoning again

Wanna FaceTime and show me her breasts

I just do my job

Get my prof'

Nigga stop watching me

Talking that I got boxed

Shut your gob, nah

That's not Sleeks

What'd you mean it's not that deep

Man talk like he won't get boxed in the cheek

Peak, wrote these bars last week

Them man are mooks

That can never be we

See, caught him on the road with O'z

Them man move so shook

Never gave a look

Likkle man tried to pipe up

Gave him a right hand hook

Talk about mook

Nah, I've never been a mook

Always been a crook

Never been shook

Thank God for the trips I took

I shout codes for the whips we took

Gyal wanna kiss this foot

I've got a little gypsy thot

And she gives head like Pixie does

And then she gone like pixie dust

See me in the streets

I be doing road with my bro's

Flooding up the strip with the O's

Tryna get P's

Man I know Niggas that squeeze

My bruddahs keep it sho

Talking bout Litz

Man'a come swift on the beat

Ask Deeps can't mess with the flow

See her in the rave

Got no P's in her purse

Like she got a dry throat

Asked it, still can't make dark skin sexy again

I'm a light skin ting

They wanna text me again

It's not that deep

They can't compare to the depths

Section, we the best in the ends

I heard it's a girl

But she left with my friend

She came on a bus

But she left in a Benz

No, I don't care where you're from

Bun your rep, you can still get hit with the skeng

Man are just talking loads

Real bro, we talking code

They say we just rap

I dunno, these times they don't look on road

Wrapped in cling

And my feet like Fred Flinstone

They drinking JD

My niggas smoking dope

Box him in JD

When he was looking at bro

Uck with the tongue ring

Got me feeling all grown

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Should've silent ringtone

Hard food like dumping

Feeding cats on my own

It's not that deep

Like Joker, why so serious?

We've been going in for a while

Now they wanna hear us

Man you niggas hilarious

Like a stand-up

I'm only gonna sit down with my bands up

From now I'm gonna run

Till my stamina runs out

Cause I'm up in for run up

Little niggas with them guns up

Bare Z's in the house

But I ain't going sleep now

I'm on the streets tryna renown

Then mama kicked me out

Me and B rolling through your ends

Watch me skid round

Get the youngers smoked

Still won't put the blades down

I ain't putting this gauge down

Section in the place

Everybody on the wave now