out in the field an’ i shoot to kill, i got this scar gold but i’m tapped so i get ops down wit the stainless steel, ever heard cod gameplay on drill? spawn on the map with jacky legs best, best pray you got your stab proof vest, and i know why they’re sitting in corners they try to run get sniped in the head, now i just spawn on the map i’m the first one in pray i don’t get infected, done that shit an’ i meant it, peaking my guys that’s a fucking death wish, what you know bout lack, step on my ones but my bros got my back, 5 man deep when we step on the map so any enemies they gettin’ attacked
Our on the field and I aim too shot I swr ** got dun by twin So How do they talk on tunes Free striker got locked for the am Pablos a snitch Why’s he snitching too And when we caught that 15th yute He covered his heart with his hand like Bruce So I dun his arm instead Left him bleeding looking prefuse The first time that I used my shank I was a Nike T With white airforce ones The first time that I saw a gun I was 13 Bagging white in lungs The first time that a saw a shank I was 11 with guys on the bank 22 inch don’t know about lack In thru ur chest and out thru ur back
If I step round there with the turner I pray they don't sing like Tina Free Vandoe, locked for the murder Shh got hit by the front of the Beamer Three man dropped, so the paigons teamed up They all still blow like Tulisa We don't see gun smoke in the Ga7a, unless it's us tryna test our beaters We eat up the beef like burgers Saw five guys now they're covered in sauce My niggas are akhi, don't fuck with pork How could the pigs try get 'em to talk? Fat boy was on life support but really and truly he should've turned corpse I'm Blackwater of course, before Ford squad we was hopping out Fords We score goals on all of these gems Kiz in the field like Zenit He ain't tryna play no footy He's corning man with all these pellets I wanna beat this wap more than her Now this beanie's getting jealous Ran up on them and they tried exit Then he left red like it's that time of the month for a bitch Free Reeko, he's a trapper Could've built a house with all of these bricks Forest Gate, that's my fucking strip The opps don't come, they know it's a slip Bucked that brudda at Dixy Wanted to eat but he ate my ching He wanted to eat but he ate my ching They do it for the Snap and views I'm different, I do it 'cause I got my Bruce Back out my blade, ching down my man They think it's Steg, they don't know who's who Back that strap then blaze, fry man Tell bro "make sure you twos that yute" Rise that stick when the street needs cleaning The pigs know this ain't no average broom This ain't no average broom Dottys and handtings all spill juice I spy on them, then leave no clues Do it in twos when shh got chinged Hold up, let me not chat too loose Custom juice got spilt, it's blatant HMP, that's plugs in faces Riding basic's got man mad, facts I pray that I buss them cases No cap when we shoot at faces Bro boot that Mac, better dodge that lace If not, better sing them graces Bro boot that Mac, better dodge that lace If not, better sing them graces How many times have we rid on paigons? DY in the ride, that's satan Can't believe that I'm beefing *****, writing statements, that nigga's mistaken My teams established, rated, most hated in the hood, it's blatant Get round there, it's vacant Frustrated 'cause I really wanna tape it They act for the net but shit gets ments when we flip the script like we're pages You're gonna look like you're pinning when we inject this metal in your veins It was me, ZK and Stainez, I put Haribo's in the candy cane Don’t get caught when you’re en route yard cab you’ll be en route grave We're the reason your ends is flames We're the reason you're taking chase There's like four man pack, how the fuck could you be on chattings? 'Nuff times I saw ST splashing, splashing, swinging his yank erratic In the field like Crystal Palace All of the goals that happened Match day we used to go to the 6 but we used to go House for target practice Pull up, they all get smoked like Bensons Ride for your friends, stop killing pedestrians Gangs got straps like lesbians Why you think I was on the wing like Lennon? Melo's in jail still throwing up 7th The judge just gave him a nine plus seven If I stick man up broad day, I don't need credit, just snatch man's pendant Thirty man ran from four and twenty peds cut from five I was sixteen with a .32 on me R said bang it if the paigons ride I had the shiny bells inside A year before I got grabbed with the 9 I had a nine times two in draws The young boys active, letting 'em fly
