The Convo 5

[Intro] Arks Beats [Part 1] [Verse 1: STINX & RA] Yo, akh, we need to talk (Wagwan?) What the fuck just happened up north? (Mad ting) Line up a van, we don't need a plan Shoot, make him a corpse (Mad) I know one girl that he's linking (Yeah?) From junction (Yeah?), Lavender (Yeah?) He's linking her later at Satay bar (Yo, lame) Turned colder, [turn lane?] into avatar (Mad) [Verse 2: RA & STINX] Word, them man there's on the south side? (Course) Man fi leave that dead with his mouth wide Bet he stays in his house like a housewife ([?]) When you see Ard Adz it's about time ([?]) I hear you, akh, I know you want shoot Gotta do this right though, planning the route Close up, I don't wanna hang from a coupe (Yeah?) Pull up, watch his head hang from a roof [Verse 3: SHINX & RA] Aight, cool, tell me the motive Gather the waps, I'll gather the soldiers Fuck Adz, he is a cobra Go to his mums, make everything kosher (Official) Woi-oi, you know it's all over Bro's cold, but akhi you're colder (Yeah) Live on the planet of apes, we're older (Yeah) But I could never switch sides like cobra [Verse 4: SHINX & RA] Wait there, akhi, I'm rolling Cho, man better hold him Done know the motto (Defo), head, pothole Send them back dead, box Morocco Them boy are pussies, probably chat man (Course) Check out the car, we need to 'nap man You bring the rope, I bring the gas can Set them alight, then roll up and wrap man [Verse 5: RA] Donnies are bait, poison, I rip the head off a snake (Huh) Hold him down, push lead in his face (Take that down) If youngers are raging, ready to skate I can't wait to catch man again I don't even want Rapman again ([?]) I just wanna see Ard Adz get kwenged Just cool, I'll tell you the time and when (Uh) [Part 2] [Verse 1: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee] Yo, wagwan, my chargie? Everyting good? Everyting bless? (Calm, my killy) I'm vexed, the other night something shoulda dropped dead (Fuck) But the feds turned up, everyting went left (Swear?) I had his mouth lined up, doing too much chattings Though we shoulda just kweffed (Fuck him) Imagine, the other day this RA yute try line me Then I made Adz line him (Pow) Then the feds lined us, then it all got mad (Mad) I had the ting pointed at his hat Then the armed jakes gave me a heart attack Can't lie, done dash, I weren't looking back You know me, I'll have a shootout, anywhere, any day But not with no fed, man, fuck that [Verse 2: BackRoad Gee & Abra Cadabra] Ayy, ayy, uh How you mean, my akh? (You know) How you let it happen, you shoulda made it slap (Ugh) Make big man panic, then vanish, it's all tragic (Ugh) Two for the price of one, let a man touch you, my darg, they done (Ugh, ugh) 'Bout to make this one take off her wig Load up a stick and bring it to me I don't wanna see my man running Come hold this one like a G I can see you, but you can't see me Oi, threw him in the boot, it's finished Good riddance, self distance (Truss me) Ha, my darg, no witness [Verse 3: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee] Ugh, you know what it is? My man's an akh so I thought twice (Yo, [you cuz?]) I hear you though, I should've put him in the screen like Fortnite (Fuck) Fuck that, if I get that drop Gun power on me, I'll be out there all night (Oi) Heard a cat say he knows where he stays for a price I don't know could be all lies (That's cap, man) See that Sneakbo prick, if he slips, then he's pissed (Grrrt) This machine ain't got no friendship groups Anywhere that I slap, it hits Look, ever since that day, I ain't takin' no check Got my machine on me But my brudda don't show no one 'bout this, 'cah it's hot Duppy affi make properly (Truss me, cuz) [Verse 4: BackRoad Gee & Abra Cadabra] (Ayy) Woom doom woof (Ayy) You know say we do that proper (Come on) Get 'round there, nobody can stop us Fill this hand ting, let off copper (You know) Grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, grrrt Let man have it (Ayy, ayy) Pissed, gotta get my hands on a semi-automatic (Ayy. ayy) [Verse 5: Abra Cadabra & BackRoad Gee] What you talkin' 'bout? Don't worry bout machine I got that in abundance (Love) I got machine like I got jumpers (Oi) Opp block dumpers, .40 cal t'umpers (It's only right) Anywhere I see RA, main road, side road Man affi lean with it (Grrrt, grrrt) Left more than three in him, you get it (Love that) [Part 3] [Verse 1: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx] What's good? (Yo) I ain't heard from you in a long time ([?]) The only time I get to see you is online 'Cause you're always on point and on time ([?]) But on the real, it's war, I need you on site [Verse 2: Shanny4rmdaBrixx] Left or right, right or left, 'cah anyone get kweffed I make a man get X'd, come like his girlfriend left Just send the address So come, let we do this ting, let's pattern up quick I got a lashes appointment And I hope you got readies on you 'Cause the peddies on you, long time and it's [?] [Verse 3: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx] You always on a hype ting (What?) All bad and boujee boujee I know you like riding (Come on) But I like the way how you get a job done No nine-to-five ting (Mmm) I got a likkle problem and it needs solving I know you're the right ting Trust me I need a on-sight ting [Verse 4: Shanny4rmdaBrixx] I stay on site like the builders, boo So tell me how you wan' drill this yute I know a gyal Adz linking She always hinting, she will reveal the truth She a distant relative, move too feminine, but all that is irrelevant We`ll go for drinks and when they settling I get a drop on, you put the shell in him [Verse 5: RA & Shanny4rmdaBrixx] That's live, that's even better You know that I broke this too because you know You're a serious stepper (Come on) I know you got your own ting, but I woulda give you this wheel-up 'retta I'm telling you, boy, gyal will get man in some serious pepper But all I'm saying is make sure you apply that serious pressure (Always) I mean jump out, and go slump out, this likkle eediat bredda Rinse it and turn his red tee redder [Verse 6: Shanny4rmdaBrixx] I'ma slump out this dickhead yute, what? He try have chat for you? Aight say nothin', I'ma spray sutin' And I'ma ride on this dickhead yute Lemme pattern up, then I'ma rise it up Double-tap it up and that will done this nigga Anyone that fucks with the gang, just know, trust me It's mad when I see that nigga [Part 4] [Verse 1: RA & Ard Adz] (Hello?) Yo gangster (Who's that?) You tried leave man's clip on empty (It's you) But I could never make that mistake again Got my clip now looking all lengthy It's a touchback, so all I gotta do is clutch and squeeze that gently Put my foot on your chest and two in your head For that move that you pulled, was stenchy (Where you at, man?) No "aight" ting, best watch where you buy that Fendi 'Cause my young G's might just dip you down And make how you die look trendy Panorama gonna see how I dealt with you And put you on a documentary I'm a man of my word and I always keep it one hundred like a century [Verse 2: Ard Adz] Prick, I don't wear no Fendi, I will lick man down in my own McKenzie If you come 'round here at this time, make sure that clip in your wap ain't empty If I jook man down with a rambo, akh, I won't stop 'til the blade get bendy Huh, akh, don't tempt me, I'll drive through your block like Wendy's Yo, 24, did you hear that? Let's get two .4s and then air that If there's no gloves, then it's bare back [Verse 3: M24] Let's ride on them, come on then Clip filled to the brim, let's run on them 'Cah we ain't just tryna get one of them When we go 'round, I bet they won't come again [Verse 4: Ard Adz] 'Cah they ain't on shit at all Let's go 'round there and hit a fool .9 or the .4, let's pick a tool Or this MAC might hit 'em all [Verse 5: M24] Yeah, I'll air that, fuck that (Truss) I'm bringing out a 'retta and a bruck back (Mmm) Put the bruck back, in a ruck sack And I got the 'retta on my nut sack [Verse 6: Ard Adz] Now trust, that's love, akh I'm bringing out that .4s and I love that I'ma cock that, buss that Make his head spin like a dust cap [Verse 7: M24 & Ard Adz] Anyone of them I see, I'm gonna red man's top Man ain't gonna stop 'til the bredrin's dropped Do the drill, then skid, come back next time On wap, see civilians beg man stop (Pussy) Let's roll, I got a hand ting cocked If I wet man down, I'ma red man's top Trust, if I shoot my .9, I swear on my life his head back soft We're gonna come back squeezing, whole place dashing Do it with meaning, do it with passion Smoke one of them or splash him (Trust) About drip, man ruin that fashion (Trust)