M Splash Dat Up/Done Talk Pt. 2

[Intro: Y2, CH & Russ] Shell it all out and go back Who've you-who've you bun? Shell it all out and go back Don't run, blow your whole back in Gruesome, gruesome (AXL on the beat) (I love Mr Wot Entertainment) [Verse 1: Y2] 785k, who've you-who've you bun? You don't fuck with dodgy guns Run man down with the longest They do this ting on the net That shit there, all be a front Hands on my heart, I'm my rider And my nigga CH, all my niggas we riding Come round, who vs what Get done up with knifings Duck man down on the mains Leave man hiding Knife in and out of his chest Knife in and out of his back, that's a life ting Like who've you stabbed in the ends then? Like get round there to your block Manna smoke on your bredrins Get round there any time Get round there any place Who have the opps been stabbing? They stabbing none of my mates Now I get round there any time, any place Come like the old school days Big 22s on my waist Back it out then dust They tryna just catch man a case [Verse 2: CH] Unknown handy Grip the handle and back that Fronting my bro, we got fat shanks Run to hooyo when we back that Counting cash with a blade like Sinbad That ain't my bar but I use that Grip the rusty and use that Abuse the blade with two hands Thick shank, move all dumb Get up close and just do man Penge block where my goons hang PBs in a throwback Foots like close, then throw that Crazy wounds for your bro that And we stepped on the peddle and drove back No licence, man know that Curb surfing in a 1.2 My nigga like S control that Shell it all out and go back Back to the block and get more cash [Verse 3: Russ] Get splashy splashy don't act up No blade in the can get bashed up Poke him or opp perps gets captured Russ do road, do the whole atlas Swing my hand, dipping, man stab him Free Nut, free the whole landing Don't run, blow your whole back in Gruesome, gruesome Splash down any man broad day Some try run, still gotta chase Head, chest, back, belly or face Not one cut, tek the whole blade It weren't Russ, must've been Taze SB, Twin, Maj or CH Dip that splash, till my wrist break [Verse 4: Taze] Me and Russ just clocked that's him Get him, rip off his skin Me and bro put fuck off metal in him Move slow and splash the cash on yours ting 4 man, 2 peds, man got a ting They get nicked, every man gonna sing Married to the game if you man got a ring They get got, every man getting chinged Snitches, I won't roll with them bitches Stitches, lift a man up with kitchens Man soon turn the perps into bitches Then bake in the trap with Richard And the bailiff and the evictor Get tea popped like blister I just got a call from Victor Coming like hench, like Mister Shredded or deaded No GB, AM or dead it Oi, get him, go ketch him, go fetch him If I catch that boy dere Go, grab him, squash like melons Squash like melons