Fright Night

[Intro: Abra Cadabra] Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit We drive shit what you know bout drive-by Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit (Proffit) [Verse 1: Rendo] Boom-bow! Did it first time did it first time on your block I was pissed that I couldn’t rehearse Flatz on the ride, it was me and Flatz on the ride I was pissed I that I couldn’t reverse Run a man down run a man down with the joint but it jam it couldn’t re-burst Big bro I’m low man I tell a big bro that I’m low man I’m stress now I’m gonna need work kick down doors might just kick down doors Boot down doors I must just knock it jump out cars jump out cars with joints My gun beats like Proffit (Proffit) bow bow! He was talking that wass on the net but I know that he soft he don’t want it (I know that he soft) I can fill up with niggas in graves and fill up with bodies in coffins (brrrrgh bow!) Got a Nina with an extend or corn ain’t stopping (man the corns all live!) (live!) (live!) And if fire my shots like kids like the opps stop bopping (Boom-bow!) Young D bull out (Young D bull out) And he won’t stop coughing (and he won’t stop coughing) And bro-bro’s in the jail house cos the boy dem got him (coulda free my brothers) couldn’t give a fuck about a rock and the boom-bow sounded like a car crash ride in your block my niggas ride in your block Bring the mash home then park back You don’t want beef subliminal shots you don’t want war so don’t start that free S9 Free SY out the can it’s nuts when they finna bring my dargs back Boom-bow! [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit We drive shit what you know bout drive-by Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit We drive shit what you know bout drive-by [Verse 2: Abra Cadabra] Crash Corn caught you at your bludclart mum’s yard, pussy you ain’t even gotta slip Pull up skrrt, skrrt on your block with the hand ting pussy I ain’t coming with fist man I just creep on your block creep on your block mad ting pop up and blast that strizz (boom) they ain’t on shit they ain’t on piss Boogz on the gas tryna crash man’s whips (skrr) [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Slap bine and send a man night night back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask got ‘Fright Night’ (Fright Night) now that a young boy older make the young gs go make corn fly (brrrgh, boom!) pull up in the four door whip skrrt skrrt shit (skrrt) we drive shit what you know about drive by? (Boom!) [Verse 3: Abra Cadabra] How they gonna run up on we? (We?) All on my Ounto certies (certies) All on my Ountos lurkies (lurky) All on my Ountos thirsty (thirsty) Man pull up hop out and dump two kicks (boom!) skrrt skrrt tryna dodge man’s birdie (skrrt) how many mums had to go A and E all mad tryna rasclart skrrdal (fuck) (fuck) Fuck ten toes do a foot and a blade and a rucksack on a mash caught, tied ups in the room gauge man’s face and bruck that 17K till you see pops shots in your leg one shh— with the bruck back (boom!) phoned up Kush, Kash, pull up on the 125 and bun man [Outro: Abra Cadabra] Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit We drive shit what you know bout drive-by Slap bine and send him at night night Back then ten toes ten toes on my rambz on my mask called ‘Fright Night’ Now that a young boy, older, make the young gs make corn fly Pull up in the four-door whip, skrrt skrrt shit We drive shit what you know bout drive-by