Active - Sneakbo, Giggs

Fam I don’t even need dat

Man said 3−2-1

(Ay Ryde lemme get that lighter)

Real certified Gs in the building

(Ay lemme get that, lemme get that)

Fanatix

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (aaahh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man touch road like a cabman

Old school, man just jump out with mad man

No tool, man just jump out and grab man (grab man)

Man’s been known as the badman (yeah)

Man jump out, chop, kebab man (local)

Man jump out, pop and bag man (phone call)

Man just boxed up and bat man (pop pop)

Man like Sneakbo and Batman (oooh)

Man just popped up and burnt like

Three man, man just hopped off the dirtbike

Fuck that, man just switched up and burnt mics

Certi, man just popped up all cert like (yeah)

Man just rocked up and murked like

Mad tracks, man just mopped up, commerce guys

Mad Max, man just knock-knocked and earthed guys

Fake yutes, man try cockblock the surf guys

Armour, man might pop that banana (yeah)

Hair-loss, man can’t locks like Akala (mmm!)

Bling bling, man’s that frostbite alamer

Pour 'Yac for man who lost life to karma (karma)

Man who lost life to drama (yeah)

Hungry, man’s all offside the marga

Catholics and man who rock that Shahada

Man gets money, boss life, Soprano (mmm!)

Active (active), active (yeah)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (active)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (all active)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (active)

Mac’s got a nigga all active (active)

Mac’s got a nigga all acting (yeah)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (all active)

My dog’s got a nigga bull mastiff

I do my ting, I get it in

My name hold weight, I ain’t in the gym

I get it cracking, pull up on you with the ting

I back it out, no chattin', let it ring, ring, ring, ring, ring like

Run up on a nigga like (sshh sshh)

Whistle got the corn going (fff, fff, fff)

Niggas gettin' slumped when I hop out the bush

I used to smoke niggas now I only smoke kush, fam, fuck them (that's right)

Fam I got money, got money to make

My real niggas always get a slice of my cake

I’m talkin' killers that was riding with me back in the days

Pack in the tray, get chased, slap at the Jakes

Cause man been known as a mad man

Big bad, Hollow from 'Narm a real bad man

Real nigga killing the game yeah that’s gang gang

Fake yutes actin' tough, they ain’t like that

Strap that, B’s and P’s yeah that’s gang signs

Lost friends, free the dargs doing mad time

Us man really ride 'bout that damn life

Life been mad for man, time to damn shine

Jetskis, turn your chicks into sex freaks

Feds pre-pissed that they can’t arrest me

Seattle gold chillin' on my neck G

Big tun tun cause niggas can’t protect me

I’m gunning like I’m playing for Arsenal

I’m from A-Town, town my castle

Sick young bucks, big slugs, YGs will blast you

My block’s not a block to pass through

Been bangin' my ting, letting it ring, making it sing

Had to kick down doors, they weren’t letting us in

Real niggas back in style, sit and watch us win (that's right)

I’m a prince, Hollowman the king

(That's right)

Active (active), active (yeah)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (active)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (all active)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (active)

Mac’s got a nigga all active (active)

Mac’s got a nigga all acting (yeah)

Strap’s got a nigga all active (all active)

My dog’s got a nigga bull mastiff (mmm!)