Ay Benji (you'll be playin' "red light, green light")
Player 156, you have been eliminated (yo)
(Yo MacMac, Relax)
Yo, yo

(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up Z-
(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up D-
Red light (woii), green light (woii)
You know what we're leaving the scene like (bloody)
Red light, green light
Bring a .44 to a street fight (yo)

Everyone else my age in this wap ting is a puppy, chihuahua
I got guns with banana clips, my last resort is a brucky
Everyone else my age in this rap ting is a puppy (some pussies)
Everyone best run back from me if I tell Rack5 turn that duppy
Leave that dead ahlie (pack that-), I beg ahlie (idiot)
Start calculate how much fish and bread I buy
Wake up and shot and lead ah fly
Handguns with attachments and hella bine (bah)
Greaze, cock it and watch one of them jump out
Everything in the 9x get thumped out
You know the atmosphere what my guns 'bout
Everyone's watchin', I'm out with my guns out (boom, boom)
If I feel any static, I go for the 'matic (got him)
I start sprayin' erratic (grrat)
Couple shot jumped out his jacket
Then jumped in the jacket and burnt your flesh when I slap it
Mix the .32s with the 7.62s, that's the SK and the AK (grrt, rrt)
Must have thought this ting was some play-play
Went there, let that rip like a Beyblade (boom)

(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up Z-
(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up D-
Red light (woii), green light (woii)
You know what we're leaving the scene like (bloody)
Red light, green light
Bring a .44 to a street fight

Yo, don't move, don't move
Fucka you
Wan' me slap one inna yuh face?
Yo, yo (bye)

Got a banana clip for the-
But I ain't comin' with rice (dealin')
I bored up- and-
Lot's Skum got him there too, so we done him there twice
Feds said that I shot someone in the face
And they lost sight in both their eyes (bap, bap)
I never believed in karma
'Til man slipped on the wing and got chinged in mine
Say the word, I'll kill him
Can't run, he ain't no spring chicken
'Course he can run, bruv, who am I kiddin'?
Screamin', "Water" 'cause he got less spillin'
Hand to hand ting or the teeth get fillin' (woii, woii)
Normal teeth that is grinnin'
Six gold teeth, fling them out and grill 'em
Get the address and pull up where he's billin' (bap)
I'm Digga and roll off, puttin' in work
I'm drillin', just soakin'-, now I'm spinnin' (I'm spinnin')
I hopped out the chop with my trousers up
Had my arms in Amiri swingin' (wah gwan?)
They said I could come to the club with a fizzy
You know I still brought my ting in
They're like, "How you got so much women?"
The winner retire, so come and take this ribbon

(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up Z-
(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
It was me that chinged up D-
Red light (woii), green light (woii)
You know what we're leaving the scene like (bloody)
Red light, green light
Bring a .44 to a street fight

(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
(It was us that did it, it was us that did it)
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Bring a .44 to a street fight

Ay Benji, you know this one bangs, innit?
(Yo MacMac, Relax) Writer/s: Rhys Herbert
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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