This is one of best drill songs. The instrumental is 🔥. Activegxng need to make more like this. Sadly tho I hear they ain’t about as much now as bigger gangs in Camden kept attacking them

only took 5 years for a instrumental to be made😂😂 thank you tho bro been waiting hard as fuck tho💯👌🏽

bro this is the best drill song ever released! We love Active Gxng

Your videos are just awesome my friend👍👍👍Best teaching facts my friend 👏👏

Finally 🔥🔥🔥🔥

This beat is fucking hard una 🔥💥💥

LET'S GOOO!!!!😈🔥🔥🔥🔥

[Verse 1: Broadday] AGB, we roll with guns Give us the drop and we're turning up This verbal abuse it ain't hurting us If I buck a paigon, I disappoint his mum Bait day bootings, late night splashing, broad day assassin More time I lean out the ride and bang it I'll pop them doors, I'm slow, but Suspect's rapid I'm nutty, I'll creep in Peck with a bulgy hand ting I don't wanna hear about Chinx Why? 'Cah Hitman already splashed him So let's get into detail, we got toxic pouring up Henny And I don't wanna hear about Psycho, Yevz done put that shank in his belly And everyone knows where the gang be, we left two of them yutes on telly I was in jail when Culprit got droppеd, I had to laugh at that with my celly And I remembеr that day so clear, I see man run and skeet I slapped my mash and they done the dash and I peddle back to AG So don't chat smack to me, if Dotz was alive he'll vouch for me I had a .38 at age 18, so don't chat to me about hammers, G I remember that day so clear, I see man run and skeet I slapped my mash and they done the dash and I peddle back to AG

nice kicks

Waitin for the break down

Finally‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

9 in 5 let me rise that tool

Thanks bro

Still got opps on ropes still catching K’s

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So hard i wish the 808 was louder tho

Love

Almost an year later 😅

Yees

Bruce got him down on the high road made man sing no high note mek bells ring no iPhone trap line jump like a gyko phone up bro we took mans ps cash he didn’t wanna buk man live o but more time is my lyka swing nitts and cats grub for a fiver fuck that ten come through shanks won’t bend if you run get one in your head

Me and sav on the frontline twinning that’s 2 shanks up like let’s go fishing If I see me a opp I’ll bill him they don’t ride like us who they kidding

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can this beat be used

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Glock on that top tryna switch him Bop, Rambo on Glide that slide like rocks, Ride on the Block grip my big fat blade 12 long gauge that blazed through brains, my blade ain't grow if I buck it in case Darth Vader blade that raised and blazed, chase him, blaze him grib my big big Glock and chased him back to his pavement, hop out jump him back the Kitchen blade and it goes to the tan ting blam him, Break 1 Second AK slim got shanked in for screaming out tan him blam him insert my blade for function, dunk him insert my shank and call it action, action my man left me for your bros window splashing, Kk Slim got packed for screaming out Heyday Mayday insert my blade like Beyblade, KK Beyblade no HA like Mayday back out a Glock and I'm riding to the H ay, Grip my shank and twist like Beyblade AK KK turn man Ghost for Mayday ( not finished )

did u use chroma verb on the snare or Sutton

Like how you trynba talk too much when I jump around with the stick I don’t even need no clutch

I think bros got two in the shots Cuh he aimed that up And he let out 4 6 for 6 Gotta keep it on tour We don’t lack Str8 facts We on score Amazing day when butch got packed *block yutes can’t talk on man Cab I’ve stepped round dere And I ain’t been packed I don’t make no sense Why they claim there bad

J'la fumerai pas mais j'la vendrai tu m'avais nique et tu t'en ventais regarde au final jme suis vengé donc au final le vent tourne

[Verse 1: Broadday] AGB, we roll with guns Give us the drop and we're turning up This verbal abuse it ain't hurting us If I buck a paigon, I disappoint his mum Bait day bootings, late night splashing, broad day assassin More time I lean out the ride and bang it I'll pop them doors, I'm slow, but Suspect's rapid I'm nutty, I'll creep in Peck with a bulgy hand ting I don't wanna hear about Chinx Why? 'Cah Hitman already splashed him So let's get into detail, we got toxic pouring up Henny And I don't wanna hear about Psycho, Yevz done put that shank in his belly And everyone knows where the gang be, we left two of them yutes on telly I was in jail when Culprit got droppеd, I had to laugh at that with my celly And I remembеr that day so clear, I see man run and skeet I slapped my mash and they done the dash and I peddle back to AG So don't chat smack to me, if Dottz was alive he'll vouch for me I had a .38 at age 18, so don't chat to me about hammers, G I remember that day so clear, I see man run and skeet I slapped my mash and they done the dash and I peddle back to AG [Verse 2: Yevz] Okay, let me just speak some facts 'Cause he got packed and he got packed and all now they ain't rid back Man, I swear they do it for the snap I couldn't care less about Camden, Drills done bored up half their batch Man done seen a paigon spazz, collapse, run out of breath, khalas Free up the gang, my bredrins, all now they ain't touched my 7's Done seen a man get splashed, sent heaven Metal to the neck, I ain't talking necklace Get nicked, Hollyoaks, Eastenders Jakes know I don’t answer questions Do that remand time, ride that sentence Buss that case but nuttin' but blessings And Psycho far from a psycho, I'm a real definition of a psycho Belly got chinged, nuttin' like lipo He got wet, but nuttin' like lido Round here we don't dance like Fivio Still pop smoke on anyone's block Send me the addy, you know I'mma slide Step in the 5, everyone gone We done put redrum in the box, it's the same way that man got down Deetz It's the same way that man got down Tox How many times I bored these opps? No way can they call this even Still hit the T, gotta bag these dots Just got a call from Jack and Stevens Said he want six for the TT rocks Licked-lick shots anyone's block, and I'll still chef him out of his sock Opps see me, didn't think twice, didn't think twice got put in a box [Verse 3: 2Smokeyy] .9 in the 5, let me rise that tool Ay brother, don't think you're cool Anything P or C get K'd They still hold shells for Crescent fools I don't play games, you hide, I seek But I still get through when I peekaboo Crept up for the headshot, point blank range I was really tryna pack that yute Then he turned round, what the fuck is a bissin'? No way would a man be about 'Cah the gang sent down like a few of their goons The opp thots don't like, they hate us 'Cah we packed off like a few of their boos I don't care if a ting got boobies Chillin' round them, shell a barbie too Smokey like barbecue Ay, bro-bro, roll that zoot Me I don't smoke, but I'll spark that yute Nah, fuck that, my man's dead Come like lem' with a flavoured zoot Murder, murder, bill that up In the air, it's murder fumes Or I might shave him to tame him Intensive care and hospital tubes I don't know how they talk on the mandem When the man there talk to the rallies Hoe, long barbie barbie, block a baby, I don't party Hold this shotty shotty, might be a wap or it might be Charli Bad this B like Cardi, bruck that down like girl in Carni'

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