Interdead

Ayy, whoosh DZ Beef with internet boys Dead niggas Fuck the internet Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know, it sounds cold My heart is black and my veins are blue He was getting run down by shanks And he got plugged in and turned into fumes (Cabbage) Inhale that zoot I let my jail shank eat on a 2's (Ching, ching) Chinged him and I chinged myself in the thumb I looked at my shank like "How are you Biting the hand that's feeding you?" (How?) Hand ting in a saloon We gotta move smart in the whip Tryna spot a paigon and pop his balloon (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) Gang bring toys to the story, it's not a cartoon I'll leave you looking maroon In jail, I threw a flick knife in on a drill In a last resort, man melt two blades in a tablespoon We don't keep up with the latest trends We spend our money on skengs Their friend is dead and they talk on the net That's their version of revenge (He's gone) Like what's going through their head? They're confusing the streets with the internet (Ayy) Cyber attacking the guys who's wet We got no respect for the inter-dead (None) Come like we got a war with spiders Cah them man are just stuck to the web But they can't be spiders Cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs Why the fuck are they into the fashion? That's for the pretty girls, not the GM's My man got shot and bled 'Cah he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent Stop tryna impress the civilians Your dead friends looking down from The sky saying "Ride for me, you idiot" Girl landed from Australia, Italian and she's Egyptian (Leng one) Feds putting my gang on pyramids Cah they wanna give us imprisonment I went jail for selling that heroin Fuck, I wish they thought it was cinnamon (Free me) My rambo gives big nasty wounds And I laugh like I watch Mo Gilligan Me and Tiny chasing millions We ain't gotta post or stack in pictures Or buy designer to show our wealth The things we buy will fuck up your health Got guns for the war and guns to sell (Bow) We don't keep up with the latest trends We spend our money on skengs (Yeah) Their friend is dead and they talk on the net That's their version of revenge (He's gone) Like what's going through their head? They're confusing the streets with the internet Cyber attacking the guys who's wet We got no respect for the inter-dead (Ayy) Come like we got a war with spiders Cah them man are just stuck to the web But they can't be spiders Cah bro slapped it and he saw more than eight legs Why the fuck are they into the fashion? That's for the pretty girls, not the GM's My man got shot and bled 'Cah he weren't bulletproof like 50 Cent Stop spreading rumours to the fans Congratulations, they believe you and think you're bad (Leng boy) But if we just stick to the stats, the Reality is that your friends are packs He got red stripes on his chest and back Them man are our rivals Gangs like intern, them man there are AC Milan Keep talking on Snap' and 'Gram We're not gonna reply online Send me a low, I'll buck you live I got a blade like Wesley Snipes Bro called 1AM that day you got clocked but it weren't your time And your reply was taking a fucking pic of a postcode sign Fucking weirdo Yeah Free my fucking nigga Splash Yeah BWC Real steppers, real cash earners