text: Drillers & Trappers Lyrics
  Move weight I love
  Latex gloves
  Skengs, Rambos, flickies
  All part of my favourite stuff
  Boys in blue still want me in the wing, no Damien Duff
  My young boy did a week in the T and all now he aint changed it up
  I’m still risk taking
  Gun under the mattress, sawn-off joints in the basement
  Feds went and booted off my door, they found that one and I had no replacement
  But it aint nothing, from long time my shankgame been amazing
  All I wanna do is get these reddies, ive been impatient
  No time wasting
  Fold these twenties before I even tied my laces
  That’s night shifts, day shifts
  If youre in the trap, you better have me in your playlist
  Me and Rev thats Freddy and Jason, I mean Jason and Freddy
  Twin these rambos, buck them both Im tryna get cheffy
  When I chase these opps, Im tryna make somebody chase some henny
  Fuck with the gang thats deadly
  Cos the team been horrid and thats way before Henry
  Bad B ask what I do
  I told her drilling and trapping
  Feds want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put abs in
  Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin?
  Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when we’re krashing
  Bad b ask what I do
  She heard I been chinging and krashing
  But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo
  Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I don’t wanna do no chattin
  Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like Aladdin
  Rule Number 1
  Dont Leave Your Mates
  Got Nicked For Attempted Murder
  But I Got Charged With GBH
  Im Happy That Heads Went Home
  But Im Pissed I Never Beat That Case
  But I Ribbed My Bird And I Banged On Opps
  And I Had The Whole Team On Shame 
  Rule Number 2
  Stay Silent
  No Comment
  Fuck Feds
  I Hate Trident
  I Don’t Want To Talk To Much
  But The Opps Aint Riding
  Only Thing I That I Say Is Stop Running
  Other Than That, Straight Violence
  Rule Number 3
  Dont Lack
  Rule 4
  Go Get Dem Papers
  Hit The Other Side Then Attack
  Bring Smoke Or Step With Shavers
  Shoe Box Filled With Racks
  Cuh I Make Bread Like Bakers
  They Want Me Underground Like Escalators
  Rule Number 5
  Dont Trust These Hoes
  Niggas Be Hating On Me Getting Paid
  Then They Must Be Broke 
  I Hit Upsi Loads Latex Gloves When I Touch This Smoke
  4 4 Long That’s New Or Get Round Dere With Rusty Pole
  Bad B ask what I do
  I told her drilling and trapping
  Fed want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put absinthe
  Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin?
  Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when were krashing
  Bad b ask what I do
  She heard I been chinging and krashing
  But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo
  Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I dont wanna do no chattin
  Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like AladdinEmbed