Purge  Pressure
[Intro: Wands]
Hella members locked, stuck in the box
Still wanna step and purge and pressure
You ain't ever stabbed someone and felt better
Then feel like shit 'cause you heard he ain't dead up
You wanna know what the money sounds like?
These niggas wanna talk on us, like we ain't really tryna turn mans light off
Here comes the money sound
They can only touch my chest with this 41 'cause you know that I might cough
Mazza, wagwan?

[Chorus: Wands]
'Nuff times I've banged out on the night gov'
11 PM when my power cut (Why you gotta do that?)
'Cause the heart's of the hardest thing when the alarm bell rings 'fore that hour's up (Woi, woi, woi)
He saw Goose and One and kept running, I guess he stepped on a power up
Now I know why Hitch's on volts, got plugged so much that he's powered up (Plug that)
Still tryna step and purge and pressure
Who's tryna rip his knee out one sweater?
And I'm pissed all now we ain't nuttin' to dead wit' pepper, whatever the weather
Why would I affiliate wit' an opp? (Why?)
Creepz will make a mess of his top
And if R1 pull up, there with hood up, put it on mine, he's lettin' it pop (Pop)
[Verse 1: Wands]
He wanna ask if the borough mad, but in his mum's house he must have a telly (Must have)
'Nuff times that I've spilt mans juice looked at my shoes I should've worn wellies (Ah)
'Cah when you swing from head to belly any skin type real quick gets messy
The Waters or A, home and away
Just give us a day and we pull up and play
Done did it with Ram and did it with Blakes
Sponsors like A had youths on kicks
He could get hurt if the fence he sits
No name on the bell, didn't ask you shit
Jokers, jokers, talking, talking, talking, talking forgive and forget (Stop it)
Two dips, one chest, one gut, now I know why they talk to the Met

[Verse 2: Gutta]
Four hot wheels on the opp block, didn't get a call from the fireman
And I splash man down in the drop top, mask on face like the Taliban (Gotta mash that)
Gotta mash that work like Riri
Four and a half and I got my flicky (Oh shit)
Oh shit, bro-bro that's Ricky
I jus' seen feds, so I dashed off quickly
She heard I split juice like whiskey
Now this home girl wanna get all frisky
But I'm in love with the money
Nike tracksuits and my Nike AirMax
Facts, I don't do lies on tracks
No holiday but now I'm back (I'm back)
Trident, yeah their onto my batch
Jakes on my arse 'cah I make corn crash (Bow bow)
We'll do it on the back of the bike or the back of the ped or the back of the van (Anywhere)
Rise and tan, back to the ends, celebrate with gang
Jus' circle round no petty, oh, woah, bro gotta make that last
Bro, bro jus' shotgun blast now he's back in the hood signing autographs
I tell him get back in the bath, you're way too loose, gotta tie your boots
No way I won't back my Goose
I'll back that out and leave holes in yutes
Do with Goose, two by two if I bring Cwapz, it's an instant shoot (Bow, bow)
I remember that time when I saw **** (You, know)
And my shank went red like Loubs
[Chorus: Wands]
'Nuff times I've banged out on the night gov'
11 PM when my power cut (Why you gotta do that?)
'Cause the heart's of the hardest thing when the alarm bell rings 'fore that hour's up (Woi, woi, woi)
He saw Goose and One and kept running, I guess he stepped on a power up
Now I know why Hitch's on volts, got plugged so much that he's powered up (Plug that)
Still tryna step and purge and pressure
Who's tryna rip his knee out one sweater?
And I'm pissed all now we ain't nuttin' to dead wit' pepper, whatever the weather
Why would I affiliate wit' an opp? (Why?)
Creepz will make a mess of his top
And if R1 pull up, there with hood up, put it on mine he's lettin' it pop (Pop)