Free The Guys

[Intro: PS Hitsquad, Kwengface, Trizzac, D Skeng & Karma]

{PS Hitsquad & Kwengface}

Yeah, (Graah)

Pants saggin', black flaggin’

P's up 'til I freeze up

Zone shit, no hoe shit (Braap)

Oh shit

{Trizzac & Kwengface}

Room for the violent thugs, come on

Some PB shit, you know

Gang shit

Black flaggin’

Yeah, pop the chain

{D Skeng, Trizzac & Karma}

Free the fucking mandem

We the gang, all the guys

Oi

{Trizzac & Kwengface}

Free the guys

Free DSQ

Ay, anywhere, anywhere, live'o on the mains (Graah, baap)

[Verse 1: D Skeng]

How them man still doin' this net ting?

When they ain't got back for their bredrin

Pushbike trips with the stick in my pocket

You know I got the maddest intentions

Caught a yute in [?] and I crashеd off the mash

Yeah, I really try slap off his mеlon

Anyone that we're catchin', we're switchin' them off, if you ain’t with that you ain’t steppin'

Bro try ask me if I’m ridin', I shook my head, is that even a question?

Me and Kweng step out, two waps, two wetters, corn man, doin' injectin'

Both hands on when I pressed that .9, bro said he wants to up that crime rate again and it’s like he just read my mind

[Verse 2: Kwengface]

Hop out- hop out the ride, man wap it, spent six racks on an automatic

This new shape coupe is an automatic, fly out the ride and crash it (Di-di-dip, dip)

I'm wavin' my stick like Potter but nah my slime, I ain't doin' up magic (Nah)

Pull up- pull up, hop out, bang it, between me and Max that's life if I slap it (BMT)

Free Trizz, I can't even lie, that's team, no lackin' (Free the guys)

RM put his whole ramz in your hat (Splash)

Yo, cattin' to ruin your fashion (Splash, splash)

Hella cops are cookies (Ugh), I ran up in all them rooms (Finesse)

SK, black on black, pop that smoke, I'm tryna shake the room

[Verse 3: Trizzac]

(Trizzla) Like Mixtape, you know it's a madness whenever me and the opp boys link up (It's peak)

I'm with my GRM, daily, tryna get dem man twist up

Trizzla you know me, g, I love mix-ups, this wap holds more teeth than mixups

At fifteen I was doing dem stickups, splashed his abs, he ain't gotta do sit-ups

Pissed up, anytime I hit that, walk to your block, man know didn't come here to rock

I got this loaded Luger in a sock, itchin', itchin' to let that pop (Bow, bow)

Spin 'em, miss 'em, we left 'em cops (We're gone)

Kitchin' twist in and out them tops (Ching)

Miss 'em, wishin' they opened locks

Kickin', trippin', I hope they drop

[Verse 4: Snoop]

Hella man got shit tangled, to the shop got the wap and my sandals

Goin' over dem sides, it ain't no parkin', I do drive-bys like someone got cancelled

Lean out the window, whole ting empty, I live in their head rent free

Word on the curb that they hate me, probably, I've shot up and bored up plenty

A lot of man talk on my name and a lot of it soundin' the same

Heard that they're plottin', I walk with it live, if somebody comes then we gone back tonight

Could be gone by the time that they think, move like Bond, I'm more like Wick

I'm in the dinger and I need me some tints, 'cah with this stick, I'm a dog in my whip

[Verse 5: Karma]

I'm from the place where your mum said, "don't go", Zone (Haha), it's a no go (Ay)

Boy you best listen to Auntie, you might leave here with your head-back solo

Thought there was an opp block, but oh no, I'm in a ghost town like Felipe Lobos (Dickheads)

Ugh, groggy, opps get sent to the Gulag, pissed 'cah they can't step back in the lobby

My side backstrap yutes for hobbies, swing dem sticks, score like hockey

Bro's in the field like Monopoly, smooth criminal, he weren't doing it properly

Always hear that I'm out of life with my rhymes, so why ain't nobody fixin' anomalies?

[Verse 6: PS]

Look (Hitsquad baby), I feel like a rockstar (Baap), two sticks (Yeah), henny and lobster, me I get too lit (Yeah)

Stupid, we really do this, how many shavings? How many shootings? (How many?)

Did it in Russia, I'm Vladimir Putin (Oh shit), bro just gave me the smokey

Okey dokey, he wants me to twos him, I just tried put him in blue slim

Four man in the 2.2, two man in the front, two man in the backseat

If he gets spot like acne, stretch out my arm like I ordered a taxi

Charged like battery, why talk wassy? (Yeah) TLC it was me in the passy

I just hang out the side of my best friends ride and ping 'til the ting turns sassy

[Verse 7: DSqueezo]

Where do I start, GB got shot from the car it's peak, sent him hell

My fresh home party, we're doin' up ****'s Street

We ain't playin' no games, your boy got brave

Then he got blazed and he met his grave

Attempted K's, we caught fat packs like **** and we left it ****

My ramzy tear through flesh, if I slap this handy boy your dead

**** ain't no shooter, he's a dickhead, he shot a whiteboy in the leg

These niggas are clowns, they do it for clout

I hop out the car and I'm chingin' it down

Saw me an opp, spin it around, aim for his hat, pingin' it now