Henny Shots PTS I & II

[Verse 1: Black Josh] Razor tongue got me spitting blood on him Out when it's late, the sun set looking blood orange Blunt on me, got my home smelling like a bud florist Run Forest, run with the cash before they come for us I could smash a glass of shards and then turn it to ket I went through the school of hard knocks, didn't learn no respect I've been trying to keep my cool, they've been burning my head Now it's back to fuck 'em and I'm keeping this person in check Think I'm arsed? I don't care if you like me It's not the same opinion that's shared by your wifey Snatch your necklace, knock you out like a pikеy Sweg lord almighty [Verse 2: Lee Scott] If the glass is half empty, I'm filling it up and downing thе lot They asked me how I could; the question is how could I not? Counting the guap, while Eve’s stripping out of her frock Drinking apple Ciroc, what? I haven't slept for a thousand years Six One Six dressed like we're mountaineers in the snow Head to frost bitten toe in North Face, in the middle of nowhere Like, give me some more space please You feel me like a cool sea breeze That bunking on the bus with two ki’s steez They say you learn from your mistakes, but I don't make any So topics range from copping chains to straight Henny [Verse 3: Sniff] I late bevy on the block but I hate Jenny Find a flaw in my game but there ain't any I spit flames to Pavarotti Keep thotties like chains, the way they hanging off me Top seat at the winners table Shoot horse before I hit the stable Disengaged and I hit the hay Skip today, pull up in a truck like Tim McVay I did my lifes work in a single day Not a minute wasted, wasted With my hands around your missus waist In your place, bust a nut and left without a single trace [Verse 4: ] Fuck the Henny, take a belly shot Yo I pull out some shit that make your belly pop Drop the acid on the Jelly Tot I know you thinking that you can say hello but you better not And if my G got a plan, he don't need to tell me All we wanna do is get wealthy I'm like the high Malcolm X, about any beans necessary I need a high rise office with fly secretaries Ben & Jerrys out in February I've been cold, your bars belong to cemeteries C-O-T-D If you really have an issue, you can come see me [Verse 5: King Grubb] Set the pace leisurely Wake and bake in the mezzanine Something lemony, stoned monumentally Buried up to my head like (?) So high and I know why, sitting on a goldmine While you drop a million albums filled with bromides You get no shine Even if I say so myself, I'm co-signed by the most high You washed up in the low tide, before I hung you out to dry on your clothesline Stole your wife online, family crisis code nine I've been the nicest the whole time [Verse 6: Salar] Fuck two chains, I wear three I'm just living life carefree I'm Superman, except not even kryptonite scares me I'm giving no fucks to the point even a nympho might air me I'm rare g, you think you're sick but it's lurgy Cult of The Damned, we're saving kids from the clergy Essie bringing the funk shit and kick it like kirby Hairy with your birdy, my general disposition is flirty My favourite sexual position is burpy Dirty like we took a swim in the Mersey But the flow so clean, you don't know that you don't know me I'm Polo Sport, you're Polo Jeans [Verse 7: Stinkin Slumrok] Oh lord, why I always gotta be this way? He said shut your stinking mouth, you did yourself this way I guess life be a bitch that way So I gotta get my scripts in wait, moving in (?) state And I heard there's more bodies in the swamp But I ain't counted all the greys up in like 24 months I heard there's more floozies with that chump So I gotta fly back to the ends and make it It's the same old me, still be Six Sixteen And still ain't got a single second for your baby d's They can cop CD's or they can suck on deeez nuts But know it nothing come for free [Verse 8: Sly Moon] I bet my life on red Now I'm trying to figure out if I'm alive or dead Having arguments with the voices inside my head They said quit the drugs but I sniffed another line instead Got your missus in the same room having cyber sex Until she sent me a link to a bridal dress That's when I let her know it's time to go Announced it on the microphone while I play the outro using minor notes She didn't wanna link again, but it's a minor though Dial the dro, I'm getting high through the highs and lows Sometimes I wonder, am I a ghost? 'Cause when I try and find my pulse, all I'm getting is this silent tone [Verse 9: Bill Shakes] Low class, used to smoke grass and light hay Now I go crowd for nine days straight It didn't footy when I equalise Red dot between your eyes I'm fucked up, redefined Still read the lines, meet me demise Come a long way since me ASBO days Used to snort me body weight off the plate Chonged off haze Rotting brain, monged for days What's wrong with Shakes? Fuck all (so fuck y'all) Punch drunk, drunk all the rum punch Still down to get fucked up [Verse 10: Tony Broke] I'm on the para peeping through peep holes in front doors Powder face, grinding teeth with two sharp swords Partaking the practice Make you part ways from pathways Roam with addicts with bad habits from past days Future pandemonium Paralysis, perfecting my premise Living in your head rent free, swigging Super Tenants Shake the building, make you bitches pay the penance Outerworldly presence, riches in the hands of peasants Shots to the brain, we're not one and the same Tony Broke the goat with a dog on a chain The Great Dane, a cock it a name I'm the dog's bollocks with your ma' on the main vein [Verse 11: Sleazy F Baby] Huh Make money, don't make friends Dressed bummy, still scummy in the same ends Spend money, ex-honeys wanna make amends And I ain't boujie, still let a nitty give me pence Give 'em rock for the trap, I don't give 'em rent Won't last a sec in my trap, you wouldn't take the stench Chalk outlines for them when I ride mic Fuck an insides, Corona boys, we outside Makes you ask if he leave will the games still love him I left and came back, so let me know, motherfucker Still got food on the cooker, pretty motherfucker Bitch, you look just like your mother, fucker [Verse 12: Bisk] What you saying? I ain't get it tryna listen still Don't get you, but my niggas will, for real I ain't get you, tryna listen still Don't get you, but my niggas will One sec... (Someone speak to this guy blood) Fuck a huff and puff, where's there something to do Struggling to move like something got a hold of you Clutching your boots, ain't accustomed to loot You a customer too Take it in, let it out Solar beam like a Bulbasaur I ain't talking dinner when I say I'm in (?) a lot Hold the fort, front line tryna hold the fort With the gang, couple broken whores [Verse 13: Milkavelli] Huh, make a toast with a shard of glass BLAH got the party started, Mardi Gras I'm about to set it off, car alarm hoe Hardy-ha it's not funny, I'm laughing last though Let's have a discussion, tab got me buzzing I'm magic like mushrooms At your family function, happy at something Halloween costume, smashing a pumpkin I look smashing, so on so forth Argyle socks but I'm not on a golf course GOAT walk I walk it, GOAT talk I speak it Winners dinner only use a gold fork to eat with [Verse 14: BeTheGun] North, south, east, west I be Move around the city speed camera can't catch me Don't ever try and SatNav me I done the knowledge, no GPS, the black cabbie Smooth, blend in with the traffic like the taxi And I move with the sound of the vroom down the back streets Playing groove through the speakers in the backseat So good luck tryna catch me I took a left down a slip road that don't have no zip code I'm this cold that I can lose a tail in ten seconds flat So how you gonna cope with that? I'm an expert, that's what they pay me for Jack