Screama - What’s L.O.V.E?

[Intro]
Rah It's Bkay

[Verse 1: C1NNA]
Tryna show disrespect
I already said "fuck 'em"
Violate, get back, immediate effect
No, they ain't on nothin'
Bare talk like ace, both killers ain't cousins
Why you ain't comin'
Oh yeah, we're about with thingys on deck
Federer, I'ma serve him somethin'
Should know what I'm on, I ain't bluffin'


[Verse 2: S13]
Sight me an opp and you know I squeeze
How did they take in my man, he didn't get a look in like Van De Beek
Back off the bike or front of the vehics'
Everyone run when I dump the machine
I don't rap 'bout love for a bitch
Different type of love that I got for the glee
Alhamdulillah, coulda been on the 3's

[Verse 3: C1NNA]
Like, niggas don't want me in ridin' mode
Smoke somethin' then lie on oath
Didn't really care ****
So I jerked them both

[Verse 4: S13]
Niggas don't want me in slidin' mode
Do drills and they lie on bro
Couldn't give a toss, big or young
When it comes to the House cuz we drop them both
Step with killers, approach with caution
Any-Anytime I stepped and saw them
Made an attempt to have a mum mourning
Slept in bandos for weeks
And stepped on streets and I heard they had to whitechalk him
I don't know 'bout that, gunshots for a rat
Nowadays, too many informants

[Verse 5: C1NNA]
Bro said I move grimy daily
Tryna catch Daily Duppy
If I Press-play on this machine, Lightwork suttin'
Somethin' get smoked, their buddy
Bloody, two waps up, shoulda Plugged In
Buzz, coulda smoked Dope
Do you feel lucky
Keep swingin' my blade, it's yucky
Slap that thing 'till we broke that brucky
[?] smashin', two waps deep
Right now I'm feelin' Hoods Hottest
Smoke on me, and on bro
I got darg like Wallace and Gromit

[Verse 6: S13]
Ain't no sav
Ibby's a **** from bitches
Run through so many 15 inches
Couple times I had to sauce my kitchen
Bored up 'till a prick don't move
Ying again if the prick starts twitching
Man flicked it, inflicted and flipped it
Man gripped his, risked it for a biscuit
Man blicked that 'till the blick starts clickin'
Bought couple waps, only real niggas chipped in
Free TT, my nigga does live this
One of us spins it, somethings gettin' lifted

[Verse 7: C1NNA]
Don't know who's gonna end up missin'
I'm always on demon time so what I gotta say so for
I been banned from the play though
What can I say bro, I do not play no more
Can't tell you 'bout 6, 16 got juice on me
All now I'm feelin' like ghost
Even with dem sides, Know I wet guys
Really don't care, I butter my toast
No jammin', the pump did though
But this one here is slappin'

[Verse 8: S13 & C1NNA]
They're cappin'
Two bells in the dotz
Drop on the opps, I'm tappin'
I been a problem, knee high
You don't want it with me, I
Still roll smoke on the weed guy

#CGE S13 X C1 (7th) - Thirt33n Freestyle

[Intro]
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?)
I pop smoke at anyone's function and the ding dong is a polo G
(I’m 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf—)
Tyres screech, hop out the cut and they know it's me
(Ayy-ayy-ayy MZY, turn me up)
She telin’ me, "Be gentle with me", got couple barbies from overseas
Hair on fleek, nails on fleek, thick or petite, here for the week


[Chorus]
I pop smoke at anyone's function and the ding dong is a polo G
Tyres screech, hop out the cut and they know it's me (Who dat?)
She telin' me, "Be gеntle with me", got couple barbiеs from overseas (Mm)
Hair on fleek, nails on fleek, thick or petite, here for the week (Shawty)


[Verse 1]
You think I can ever buy a kettle before I'll put my bread on a gun? You dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb)
Countless nights in cunch with fiends that had some nasty lumps
I-I-I got my mum and fam' to feed, can't spend no money on breasts and bum (No way)
We used to hit shift for a bill a day, I was young, now the reload come in a ton
Hittin' sales, saw jakes in a park, I ran the full length like Adebayor (Skrrt)
The Handy Mandy in this bad B’s bag, I cannot lack, you couldn’t respawn (I can't)
Sittin’ in jail for eleven months on remand, I felt my life went pause (Brr)
Mum used to think I was outside kickin' ball, AbzSav was doin' up tours (Slidin')
They say I came up off fuckery
They say I’m next to get duppied
Them outside daily, no one ain't touched me
Live in the N, you know I'm bossy
I was that don in country, Age 17 put five in a pumpy (Five)
Seaside, bando, grub, and junkies
Cat and mouse to avoid them undies (Huntin')


[Chorus]
I pop smoke at anyone's function and the ding dong is a polo G
Tyres screech, hop out the cut and they know it's me (Who that?)
She telin' me, "Be gentle with me", got couple barbies from overseas
Hair on fleek, nails on fleek, thick or petite, here for the week (Shawty)


[Verse 2]
Lil' bro love play with his poker, swingin' reckless, gon' keep composure (Lil' bro)
I spent too much nights in a single cell, why you think I love bein' a loner? (Loner)
In the bando, taggin' B all night with a mask, I'm stuck in Corona
The Uber way too hot these days, I had to switch to a Ola (Obbo)
I'm a real block star in the 5
We need a new MAC with fries (We do)
Twenty-three shots, I'll air that bine
From a young age, we made man fly (Pff)
They hate on me, it's expected
I'm young and lit, too respected (Blue)
I must have got down their bredrins
Gotta show your worth to be selected
How many got done with a flicky?
Don't get popped like Ricky (Ricky)
Startin' eleven, best pick me
Ten toes, pedal bike, I'm picky
Give a neck shot, no hickey
Sticky, this ain't a game like Pac-Man (No way)
I'll pull up and shoot like Pacman
Pack man, rusty car, no satnav
Spin two times, make it hot like Baghdad

[Chorus]
I pop smoke at anyone's function and the ding dong is a polo G
Tyres screech, hop out the cut and they know it's me (Who dat?)
She telin' me, "Be gentle with me", got couple barbies from overseas
Hair on fleek, nails on fleek, thick or petite, here for the week (Shawty)

[Outro]
I pop smoke at anyone's function and the ding dong is a polo G
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?)
Tyres screech, hop out the cut and they know it's me
(I'm 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf—)
She telin' me, "Be gentle with me", got couple barbies from overseas
Hair on fleek, nails on fleek, thick or petite, here for the week

AbzSav - Polo G

GR - THE HOTSPOT

(PO6) TKAY - Smoke

#Stainboyz T.Y - Boyz In The Hood #Birmingham

[Couplet 1 : Ashe 22]


Et j'veux des euros, dollars, sterlings comme si j'étais Justin Bieber (Fa-fa)
Bitches, tu t'sens due-per, RIP ton p'tit, il te livre comme Uber
Dix briques, j'suis dans le movie, donc je slalome entre ces goofys
Grenade paralysante sur eux, j'dégoupille, elle me fait la star mais je sais qu'c'est une groupie
Et quand j'arrive, comme des tits-pe, ils s'excitent, j'suis passé du pe-stu au textile
Donc va falloir que j'm'extire (Hey), un peu comme le UK : Brexit
Ici ça rode à fond, ici ça shoot sans sommation (Pah)
On fait confiance au 9 parce qu'il ne rate jamais son occasion
Je smoke la ZaZa sans filtre, cold poignet, c'est la banquise
J'suis dans le film, bitch, que des kills, bitch, j'écris mes punch' sans tise
La lame casse si tu l'aiguises trop et j'veux la SACEM à Obispo
J'suis à deux cents dans l'Audi sport, chaque son qu'on sait qu'on sort, il score


[Refrain : Ashe 22 & Central Cee]


Deux-deux, Central Cee, casque intégral anthracite (Brr, brr)
Chaud comme Centrafrique, on blesse, oublie pas tes antalgiques (Brr)
The chain and pendant over a kilo, after market, the Rollie is retail
In the trap, had countless sleepless nights, we ain't losin' sleep over female
Ma peine a tout vu, mes VS dansent, tu sais que deux-deux n'est pas dans l'détail
Et j'sors mon calibre d'la poche arrière, j'les fais tous courir comme du bétail
I don't think their intention's pure, I'm watchin' my bredrin close
These girls wanna fuck, of course
Shout out Riya, I think she a real one
I fucked on Wyge's bedroom floor


[Couplet 2 : Central Cee]


Thank God that I finally made it
Boy, I was broke as fuck so I broke the law
I got high as fuck and it opened my mind
Now I sobered up and I'm open more
Ta─ Takin' a pic and I throw up Live Yours, don't try to be me
I live mine, it's fine, don't say you outside when bro, you indoors
Right now it's my run but as soon as I'm done, I'm givin' my bro the torch
I-I made my name off a rap
But it's the trap my bro'nem were known for
F'd up, get paid off of phone calls
Had a million pound meetin' and the g's still came and we're dressed informal
London property price too high
So I'm feelin' to go and invest in core more
Invest in a dinger, don't wanna be cramped in the back so it's best it's four-door
Ain't got Bluetooth but it got aux cord
Bro got cash only, no sort code
I'm thinkin' of her when I fuck them hoes
Now I'm askin' my bros, "Is that normal?"
I'm thinkin' of her, it's the thought that count

[Refrain : Ashe 22 & Central Cee]


Deux-deux, Central Cee, casque intégral anthracite (Brr, brr)
Chaud comme Centrafrique, on blesse, oublie pas tes antalgiques (Brr)
The chain and pendant over a kilo, after market, the Rollie is retail
In the trap, had countless sleepless nights, we ain't losin' sleep over female
Ma peine a tout vu, mes VS dansent, tu sais que deux-deux n'est pas dans l'détail
Et j'sors mon calibre d'la poche arrière, j'les fais tous courir comme du bétail
I don't think their intention's pure, I'm watchin' my bredrin close
These girls wanna fuck, of course
Shout out Riya, I think she a real one
I fucked on Wyge's bedroom floor

Vingt-deux

ASHE 22 x Central Cee - Anthracite

#AGB Strika - Sliding Round

[Chorus]
You're fucked if you buck into one of us
Pray for the opps, they keep on droppin'
Us man fit 'cah we love goin' joggin', checkmate tek way dere boss, no problem
Any weather it can be fogging the Blade it got stuck in Reckz that gobbin'
Like Beckham my team is mobbin'
We da reason Lambeth's sobbin'
You're fucked if you buck into one of us
Pray for the opps, they keep on droppin'
Us man fit 'cah we love goin' joggin', checkmate tek way dere boss, no problem
Any weather it can be fogging the Bladе it got stuck in Reckz that gobbin'
Like Beckham my tеam is mobbin'
We da reason Lambeth's sobbin'

[Verse 1]
They want know who done it, spread the wrong name like Chinese whispers
Two poles up I ain't talkin' twisters, my young boy ain't got a family
So he's tryna slide on Christmas, watch who you slide with he might be a witness
Joggin' is healthy, keep up the fitness, we don't compete I don't care who's the richest
Bring out the clip, strike me a pose, we got evidence they aim for toes
Mayhem said he got me but he never got me, got a punctured lung by Rose
They should be banned from rappin', a round of applause two hands when clappin'
And no we ain't blaming Clapham, I'm tired of all this chattin'

[Chorus]
You're fucked if you buck into one of us
Pray for the opps, they keep on droppin'
Us man fit 'cah we love goin' joggin', checkmate tek way dere boss, no problem
Any weather it can be fogging the Blade it got stuck in Reckz that gobbin'
Like Beckham my team is mobbin'
We da reason Lambeth's sobbin'

[Verse 2]
TD got bined direct, .45 when I select, no more left when I eject
I came with the broom and he got swept
One thing I learned don't send out a text
Cali is loud I'm smoking Reckz, cali is loud I'm smoking Perm
Who killed them it's not your concern
He spoke on Itch but tables turned
If you wanna be apart of us better put on your boots and learn
Empty the clip on bastards, missed that case, never case adjourned
Five to the Nine we're the Hillside demons
Did you see what happened to Perm?

[Chorus]
You're fucked if you buck into one of us
Pray for the opps, they keep on droppin'
Us man fit 'cah we love goin' joggin', checkmate tek way dere boss, no problem
Any weather it can be fogging the Blade it got stuck in Reckz that gobbin'
Like Beckham my team is mobbin'
We da reason Lambeth's sobbin'
You're fucked if you buck into one of us
Pray for the opps, they keep on droppin'
Us man fit 'cah we love goin' joggin', checkmate tek way dere boss, no problem
Any weather it can be fogging the Blade it got stuck in Reckz that gobbin'
Like Beckham my team is mobbin'
We da reason Lambeth's sobbin'

(67) R6 - Raw Reverse

[Intro: AbzSav]
Yo, Plugged In with Fumez
Huh? You already know who it is
Hilzz made this
AbzSavage in the building
From the 5

Ay MZY, turn me up

You know the vibe
RCG
Niggas know, niggas know
Su-

[Verse]
5 man got slapped, 4 man got packed
3 guys were opps, another one lacked
Two guys got smoked, one punk got shanked
We was tired yutes, they love talk smack
All these facts 'bout killing me, you're kidding me
AbzSav does it differently
Don't even want no drill, no one out
But not one man got my Rambo ability (Boom that)
Riding became my job like a 9 to 5
Free labor but the price was high
Funeral fees, tell a man in the sky
Hundred man link up, so nowhere to ride
My opps so slow to react when I pop my door
Cuz I show speed (Grrr)
They're needing new victims, blood on my Rambo teeth
Still wanna go test this Lu' and teeth (Wet that)
Slide in the P, stick on me (Uh, uh)
Let it beat, yaga yeet! (Huh?)
Done it in the 1, done it in the 2
Done it in the 4, clean up the streets
Like a dinner lady, served him with a trey
High street, done it baitface, so bait (Bun that)
Got nicked, no comment, I'll buss that case
Still stepped on the glide next day (Go link me)
Where you from? Don't make no commotion
Be open, try run, I'll poke him (Grrr)
You can go ask anyone in my hood
They'll tell you, "AbzSav boots are golden"
Know this, '018, post a boy, like, fold him
Bro got him first, it was me, I'll smoke him
Get more than one, it's a bonus
They love hide, we attack, they notice
Got a trim in the barber shop
Got a fresh cut on his face with a Taber
Robbed my nank in Bush, try make them cat
So my guy swinged his shaver (Meow)
Sending my opps to space
I'll get down anything that's up close to my radar (Grrr)
The ride went crisp when he got bored
But he rose back up like the Undertaker (How?)
I am a booter, I am a shaver
Barber, in jail, step with a razor (Wet that)
Opp pack got that crazy flavor
Hate your wish, your mum never made ya'
All this talk 'bout 3 years later
3 years now, not one man shaved up (Huh?)
We stepped inside your lounge
2 waps up in a Bentley Bentayga (Baow, baow)
RCG, we roll with guns
Gimme the drop, I'm movin' dumb
If I drill for my ting, you better run
If I buck an opp gyal, get one in your bun (Bun that)
Me and R1, tryna rise and tan
Don't know about them, but I know about man
Like tuna and beans, I was stuck in the can
Try come to my block, get left where you stand
Camped outside that bad B's yard
Cuz my opps always die for coochie (Cats)
I'll give a ding-dong to my AGBs
For the cause, I can’t move boujiee

Age is just a number
Won't think twice to chop me a juvie
I got me an opp that gives me so much talk
And he lives at uni (Pussy)
My killer done killed your killer (Pussy)
Your killer got L-plate
My one is a professional driller
Spin that dinger, back that yinger (Huh?)
Head, neck, tear that liver
MVM, on a verbal ting
I'll never rap again if you slap one spinner (Hahah)
Shak flew in the air, got hit with the bimmer

[Outro: R1, AbzSav]
Talk is cheap, bine speaks louder
Grrt

Fumez the Engineer

Huh?

We run West
Fuck that, we run the whole of London

#RCG AbzSav - Plugged In W/ Fumez The Engineer

[Verse]
Scream the wrong side on site get dead, countless times left pavements red
The G17 gets filled with lead, the lead goes flying, the scene gets fled
Them man only ride on text
You know me I can't bear that talk like Ted
If I let off the 9 at night and a kid hears that he'll hide under his bed
We put bodies in tombs like Egyptians
I've got a drilling addiction, itching to squeeze and turn man victim
Ever since I laid eyes on the matic, dammit me affi hold you like Gyptian, plan it and then execute that mission
Just kidding, someone tell probation my lyrics are fiction
It's just gone 10 and we just left the 9, should've left round 8 can a who a we find
Bro just put 7 inside that 9 cah he let a full 6 out the spins last time
How much times we caught [?] like 5
The 4's vacant, we circled 3 times
When we touring estates, got 2 in the ride
Pissed only 1 got hit that time
Told the plug best deal with me nice, can't up that price like Wakey Wines
Can't trap where I trap, must've lost your mind
Hold a pack down, tap down, where's that line?
Got a ASDA back for life, filled up with bells when we prep for glides
Slide 2 batteries in that pipe, when them doors bust make them batteries fly
How dare the opps try call us neeks, we're the reason your bro got covered in sheets
Can't call this beef everyone just speaks and the 9 reply with teeth
The [?] just show us their speed
Cali man just showed me his weed and I'm looking like yo that reminds me of [?]
How much you charging for a Z?
How much you charging for a Glee?
ASAP get back to me
Slap that broad day bait in the [?] then pray that nuttin gets comes to me
I seen bro get a brand new wap, when's he gonna test that? I don't know, lets see
Connect had me under my umbrella while I'm waiting around for the re, I ain't waiting around no more
If you ain't down for the glide, best stay indoors
The 9 broke numerous laws, made man hit floors when we kicked off doors
Bros telling me rap, cash and tours but all now I can't put the trap on pause
It was me and YS just tryna explore, tryna catch clowns peddling past, no soul hoping that no one saw but same time referee update that score
Should've seen the way [?] got bored, the way he screamed and his bros ignored
The way we schemed and left with the raw, the way the machine puts man in Raw's
The way that this Rambo makes man [?], nuttin new still step with the hammer like Thor

#9thStreet YB - Plugged In W/ Fumez The Engineer

[Intro]
(Ayo Bran, this ones sounding brazy)
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)

[Chorus]
I spent lonely nights on a jailhouse house block
Next door neighbour's runnin' his mouth off
I don't need beef cause' I'm just about prof
They're talkin' my name, that's what they want clout off
Don't show face, man step then bounce off
Stuck-up the plug, that's who I got loud off

[Verse 1]
Regardless if I don't make it, still I'm the hardest
Talkin' my name, that shit kinda childish
Won't show love, this nigga is heartless
I can tell you my reasons, don't trust none cah' I got done dirty
Now I got gyal for every season, gyal for every weekend
Never been shallow, I swim in the deep end
I chill with the sharks, might bite
All my niggas make a killing off dark and light
I was sat up in prison like half my life
Still licked down a nigga that's half my size
Don't say you're involved when you're really not involved
Got no line but I'm hearing my ringtone
Roll with my knife, get sliced like Kimbo
When the corn flies make guys do limbo
Fuck the bando, more time hit licked stoves
Stuck up the plug and his wife and kids
Put my hand in my pouch with the mash in his mouth
Said "Get up and find these jibs"
I found a box of yay in the yard, had to get out there nice n' quick
Sold that straight cash, I don't like to tick
Have me steppin' out, tan in designer shit

[Chorus]
Spent lonely nights on a jailhouse house block
Next door neighbour's runnin' his mouth off
I don't need beef cause' I'm just about prof
They're talkin' my name, that's what they want clout off
Don't show face, man step then bounce off
Stuck-up the plug, that's who I got loud off

[Verse 2]
Most yutes try say they're about it
That's a lie and they know that's true
I roll with my chinger's, don't care if you're swingers or know Kung Fu
Think that we're cool cah' we used to go school
I don't give two fucks, you can hold it too
The fans say that I'm the hardest out
Every verse that I drop come cold like flu
Touch road and it's none stop winnin'
My bro Live-O flew to Dubai cause' in UK man he couldn't stop chinging, chinging, push that right in him
You know, they know, we know, I know half of these rappers just living a lie bro
Try no anyone that talk to the Five-O, Five-O
Leave him with a stitch like Lilo
Won't lack, no way I can dead again
Change my life, won't go to the seg again
I was on A-Wing smashin' up many men
Opps on C-Wing, yeah there was hella dem
Medication in a [?], man pressure them
Ask ***** how I buss his head again
It was always us, it was never dem
So tell them don't lie and pretend again

[Chorus]
Spent lonely nights on a jailhouse house block
Next door neighbour's runnin' his mouth off
I don't need beef cause' I'm just about prof
They're talkin' my name, that's what they want clout off
Don't show face, man step then bounce off
Stuck-up the plug, that's who I got loud off

Rakz - LightWork Freestyle

[Intro]
(What you sayin, what classiq you make this beat?)
(Ay, that's all me still)
(Ay MZY, turn me up)

[Verse]
Rest up Itch, can't talk on his name
And then the Opps just wanted fame
So their rasclart boss got put in a frame
When I said more packs pendin', we was pendin' to put one in a grave
I can't miss no shots like Kane
Money affi mek, stack it and maintain
Step with big smoke like we came with Skepta
This woulda' banged if bro bro had a lecture
Slip on your block then my OSGs will get ya
I still put faith in bro when he's revving the bruck down four door Vectra
Pushin' P's on the curb, plus extra
Yo Alexa (Ah shit I mеan Siri)
Run some [?] I can sip on fester
Kway back drills on a onе two Vespa
Slip on your block then we'll definitely get ya
You don't wanna get caught and dipped on the backroad
Like kway back when we got down Reckz
Or **** cah' we left him messed up
More smoke boys, we in the same calibre
Step with the mop, real life janitor
My brudda beat his case, blessings
On the phone tryna thank his barrister
This G17 give a fuck about stamina
He thought he was mad like max cos he locked dem waps
But calm down, he just a carrier
Them man move dodgy, they ain't my shoddy
I learnt how to trap but it weren't in colly
TT rock, weren't servin' molly
I'm good and my clientele be jolly
Anything man do, they copy
Sixteen with a mac and a fuckin' rotty
Opp block tour, tryna whack somebody
Used to trap out a bruck down jalopy
Kway back I tried get rich then I hit the wing
When I landed back, told my mum I'm sorry
Shoppin' for waps, grab a trolley
Skate tru' there with sticks like hockey
We got the blade, ST got the rotty
Don't be actin' a fool for clout
For dem tings you get left in the ground
Four door truck, tell em spin round now
My nigga move snow, no plough
Member' kway back when I wanted a thousand pound
Now my stack come fat, fat like a cow
Big homie part of the old school era
My nigga had waps in spow, wow
Fuck a throwback, they get smoked on a regs' mayfair
One by one, tell a Opp boy hold dat'
Pushin' P's on the block, they know dat'
I'm with the gang right now, get a kodak
Shorty with a bumper from South
I tell her come round and throw dat'
We chop block, I don't know
Niggas get smoked on ****
So they all link up like fuckin' hoes
It gets dark outside, you bet make it home
Free the guys on the landin'
They got me back drinkin' Patrón

(67) Monkey - Monostyle

White, you're going crazy

[Chorus]
We don't fuck with the law so we're still prohibiting (Fuck the feds)
He got ripped by my blade, it was dribbling
Teeth from the ramz inject, now it's nibbling (Yuck)
I put in half of my shank and I wiggled it
Sickening, but I still went back giggling
The beef is sizzling, it can't be simmering (It's frying)
They don't die but they get left crippling
No get back, so it's non stop bickering
We don't fuck with the law so we're still prohibiting (No)
He got ripped by my blade, it was dribbling
Teeth from the ramz inject, now it's nibbling (Ugh, ugh)
I put in half of my shank and I wiggled it
Sickening, but I still went back giggling
The beef is sizzling, it can't be simmering (It's frying)
They don't diе but they get left crippling
No gеt back, so it's non stop bickering

[Verse 1]
Got it all in his head like a headpiece (Boi)
Scored on an opp from a shot no set piece
Red card, that's another name on the spreadsheet
I shanked up Dilz, gave him all cuz' he said "Please" (Dickhead)
I don't know if my opps are Asian
They still get chinged and chong like Jet Li
No ping pong, they ain't serving correctly (No, no)
**** got an exit wound at the entry (At the entrance)
Age is a number, older or younger we got us a big man (Wet, wet)
Should've turned to a baked pack, 12 kg dumbbells in a gym bag
Creep Up Gang, tip-toe like Riff Raff (Creep up, creep up)
Watch the corn then dispatch (Boi, boi)
Impact with the wap, then sprint back
Dip that, jump in the ride then sit back
Free Muj, he's a sick man
They ain't 'been back since the man got clipped at (No)
Might see me with six pants (That's bro)
He didn't drown, but the man had to swim back
Pass the light no zig-zag
Pickman, hit man with a quick tap
Light kickback, but you might just flip back (Boi, boi)
It don't jam so you won't hear click-clack

[Chorus]
We don't fuck with the law so we're still prohibiting (Fuck the feds)
He got ripped by my blade, it was dribbling
Teeth from the ramz inject, now it's nibbling (Yuck)
I put in half of my shank and I wiggled it
Sickening, but I still went back giggling
The beef is sizzling, it can't be simmering (It's frying)
They don't die but they get left crippling
No get back, so it's non stop bickering
We don't fuck with the law so we're still prohibiting (No)
He got ripped by my blade, it was dribbling
Teeth from the ramz inject, now it's nibbling (Ugh, ugh)
I put in half of my shank and I wiggled it
Sickening, but I still went back giggling
The beef is sizzling, it can't be simmering (It's frying)
They don't die but they get left crippling
No get back, so it's non stop bickering

[Verse 2]
Get the drop on an opp then we're inclined (We're goin')
Got dumb with the bells like it's gym time
Fling bine, jump out rides and I swing mine
Can't sing right got knifed in his windpipe
Rip that (Ay, rip that)
He's in jail with a shitbag, we both know that the boy can't sit right
No fist fight, dip guys, don't think twice (Think later)
No get-back since we hit five
Beef is beef, we all know who's cookin' (Us)
Don't lie, cah' the proof's in the pudding
Shot from the spot when the gang got 5
He was offside, so we gave him a bookin'
I shanked up Dilz, couldn't care who was lookin'
Jooked him, he swam like a fish when I hooked him (Dickhead)
Don't act like you're bad, you're a good kid (Safe)
The broke boy got done in his Hoodrich

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[Intro]
Fucking ten racks
They try take my money
Fucking money, you get me
(Scary made this cold)
Make so much money
You see me before
I ain't need no come up
Brought my own fucking shank
Brought My own fucking guns
Let's fucking go

[Chorus]
Done said me and bro left that block a mess
We all got dead friends
We lost like one, them man lost ten
Don't mention T get sent off the pitch
Don't need no whistle or referee
Can't be on to Bis and not be on to me
Ay white as well cause we step as a three
Anytime that we step to the B
Done said me and bro left that block a mess
We all got dead friends
We lost like one, them man lost ten
Don't mention T get sent off the pitch
Don't need no whistle or referee
Can't be on to Bis and not be on to me
Ay white as well cause we step as a three
Anytime that we step to the B

[Verse]
Anytime that we slide over there that's three of us
We went there with the Tec-9
Left that block, had the police preeing us
They know we does this, squash five man in one whip
Tryna confirm them kills, really go shaving still
Even big men get peeled
You can check the news and see how the opps been spilled
Most of the crime that's done in the postcode
It was by me or the bro-bro
Jump out the cut and they're screaming ''Oh no!''
You ever seen a big man run and shout? (Oh, No!)
I got beef all over north
Still might fly down south with a unknown hitter
Don't wanna see what you got in the pouch (Don't wanna see)
We got shanks but bro wanna back straps
This rotty can leave man back-strapped (Bow, bow)
Please tell me why they all wanna act bad
Get bucked real life and you will crumble
They say they ain't involved
When we spin there on feet or dinger, we wind down the window
Who's on what now?
Who's on piss?
Who wanna talk on Trizz
Bro bro just back that thing then dip it in chest
Free H, jakes grabbed him said he's under arrest
Free KB, I was tryna guide him
Show him that chasing money's the best
Me and my 8 boy's step, you know that's why she got wet
Me and the 8 boy's step, you know that's why you get cheffed
I guess you try put him to the test, but he got made an example
Sticks and stones that we got are harmful
Bro's tryna fly over there with his stick
Bro on the high road serving stones
New plate dinger, bro serving loads
They run their mouth, ain't chivering me
Them dummies are really chivering smoke (Keep running your mouth)

[Chorus]
Done said me and bro left that block a mess
We all got dead friends
We lost like one, them man lost ten
Don't mention T get sent off the pitch
Don't need no whistle or referee
Can't be on to Bis and not be on to me
Ay white as well cause we step as a three
Anytime that we step to the B
Done said me and bro left that block a mess
We all got dead friends
We lost like one, them man lost ten
Don't mention T get sent off the pitch
Don't need no whistle or referee
Can't be on to Bis and not be on to me
Ay white as well cause we step as a three
(Scary made this cold)
Anytime that we step to the B (Go ask the paigons)

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