RNR

[Intro] It's Mxnarchy Yo, you know it’s SA on this one SK, this one's cold [Verse 1] They don't wan’ see me and mine in the ride 'Cah you might get sauced. no fries on the side Run man down keep my eye on the prize My side's oh so active that's why the jakes wan' cage all my guys Two sweet jawns on my waist no lie Two sweet shanks on my waist no cap Psycho member, definitely tapped Right now smoking the smelliest dank GB and Incog, bill it and brag Niggas can't tell me 'bout knifings How many times did I dig it and drag? Splash, don't run, ’cah I itch it in backs Sweets in the waps tryna lick it at hats One ting tried move me on Snap’ But I couldn't have that, she was deader than Latz Bad B come to the Southside Nizz, I ain’t talking 'bout the Northside one Word to K2 we got gyallie on u,s gyallie on gang, gorgeous ones Big breast and enormous bums Jeet that down 'til I buss like a gun Ready for the ride, I press that gun and bun a man's chest like rum I don’t know nothing 'bout comrades, I ain't Russian But I know about gripping this poky, riding with broski and pressing them buttons I really hate running from police My stamina's shit, but I gotta keep cutting 'Cah, I ain't tryna hold no cuffing [Chorus] Bad B come to the Nizz That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter Opps love talk on the net, that's calm 'Til I show man grievious bodily harm Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR Bad B come to the Nizz That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter Opps love talk on the net, that's calm 'Til I show man grievious bodily harm Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR [Verse 2] Two shanks up for the paigon kids I don't give two shits 'bout your reputation, man, your name is shit I don't care about your age and shit 'cause it don't mean shit when I shave and dip Opps slapped one, but their aim was shit Oi, little nigga, don't play with sticks Zone 2, Pecks', we're a dangerous strip Zone 2, Known Zoo, what a villainous crew Free my little bro, that's Bruce We're some serious psycho yutes Stop chatting, how's everyone talking loose on tunes but they don't wanna ride on dudes? Zone 2 really ride and shoot If bro's riding then I'm riding too Pecknarm'd off in a dingered out whizzy I'm from Pecknizzy Say you're on me, oh please I'll make you stop breathe like P done Tizzy Opps get bored and start bitching One's fault if a yute can't listen Opp what who you're a poor little victim I don't care about your friends or siblings I'm a criminal freedom, I risk it I grip fat rambos, not kitchens Karma, Karma, I really go fishing If my bro's got beef, I'm assissting I back my dipper and dip him Ching, wet up your head, get christened And I swear man it feels so fun when you make man run like a headless chicken No remorse for an opp, I'll bill him [Chorus] Bad B come to the Nizz That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter Opps love talk on the net, that's calm 'Til I show man grievious bodily harm Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR Bad B come to the Nizz That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter Opps love talk on the net, that's calm 'Til I show man grievious bodily harm Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR [Outro] It's Monarchy Yo, you know it's SA on this one SK, this one's cold