Anti Green
[Intro: LR]
I'm anti green so the T I’m repping
It's smoke if I back this Wesson
Aim up high really get to the kweffin
It's smoke if I back this Wesson
Aim up high really get to the kweffin

[Verse 1: LR]
I'm anti green so the T I’m repping
Crose really held this cheffing
It's smoke if I back this Wesson
Aim up high really get to the kweffin
Tuggzy a snitch, E1's a bitch
Never seen the man on their strip
But they still wann' jump on vids
Throwing up signs, are you takin' the piss?
Big bro had one in the clip, try let that rip but the mash did stick
No way they're pressuring us, we're pressuring them 'cause the score's all ments
If I step in my 5x3, any IC3 get stopped and checked
These guys can't talk on my set, L22 got the opps dem stressed
[Verse 2: Sneakz]
I'm on the opp block tryna add them K's
I'm beefing olders can't beef my age
Verbal, what a silly mistake
Fuck sake, DV's on all our blades
Them man lie don't come to the Lane
I'm beefing guys that lie on my mates
You buck into gang, start doing up race
I'm holding my rambo steady, pushing it in I hope it don't break
I heard their gang suicidal, YDot, let me just blam your face
But get caught like S, stress, now all of them are upset
They came to the block with a one pop
Shot in the air then dashed from my friends
The same day F lost his ear, he must've gone and lost all his sense
Free Joobz he dips til it bends, or it's Jigga J with the skeng
Eman said he's not involved in TFL, you almost got drenched
You're not a bad boy, no need to pretend
Tugga dips then cleans off his lens
I know K1 got put in the Benz
Fuck your homie he's dead
ZT if I buck you your pissed
I'm rubbing you out and leaving you M'd
Fuck all of them
The bitch boy Lampz got mixed with my blem
I'm on the opp block with a loaded skeng
I'm on the opp block with a loaded skeng
[Verse 3: LR]
Don't throw up the twos for banter
This thing right here might tan ya'
You all know that smoking kills
Smoke in the ride not talking cancer
Juice gonn' spill like Fanta
When I step it's a GBH
Most likely getting put on a banter
Might rise up four, please don't run if I crash this hammer
Bro chinged up four, he try run but my bro did catch up

[Verse 4: Sneakz]
And four got-got in the day
If I was there I would've been on eight
'Cah four got put in my blade
That's four different yutes that beef Park Lane
I'm tryna pull up where the paigons stay
Hey, someone tell the paigons wait
They talk, don't add them Ks
LR on the gas dont know bout' breaks

[Verse 5: LR]
I don't really know bout' stoppin'
On the opp block, I'm Park Lane Bopping
Look at the fence, he's hopping
Pull up to the moves', swing shanks not shopping
On my hip there's a rambo cotching
Couldn't care less if your girlfriend's watching
L22, back strap, hotboxin'
Swear, he got put in a coffin
[Verse 6: Sneakz]
Swear Kelvin got put in a spliff
It's a mad thing If i swing and ching
Barbies wanna talk on things
She making me bulge like my 15 inch