[Part I]
[Intro]
(Linguini, linguini)
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
(Ayy, Tweeko mixed this one, you know, it sounds cold)
[Verse 1: Uncs]
I'm not your average rapper (No)
Sav ain't your average splasher (Ching)
GP ain't your average trapper (Yo)
Ramz ain't your average shooter (Baow, baow)
Jigga ain't your average shooter (Glee, glee)
Press on the luger and turn man Casper
I said Ramz "Don't link me right now, you be doin' the most, but you're all on mapper"
And I ain't tryna get slapped on obbo (No)
Since most of my opps are rappers
Let's pull up at gates, tryna serve man hollows
Catch **** and make him azonto
Skengs get put into use
The skengs that we got are ours, not borrowed
Skengs get put into use
The skengs that we got are ours, not borrowed
Who's [?]? We are wonder
Park Lane come like a gun shot
Man try pull up on him, he ran
I'm pissed cah' that was my one shot
Man's been here from the start, they jump off
They couldn't hack the beef, so they jumped off
I'm with gang tryna fill up the Honda
Lil' bro wan' shoot like Saka
Pull up on opps, and blast the skeng
And-and blast again
And blast again
That's red cards for them
Pretty opp bitch in Dior, man give her the D
Have her beggin' for more
Hands on my heart, we're ready for war
We're slidin' vans and poppin' them doors
[Verse 2: Stewie]
I got bro-bro, got me surely
War who? Gimme' the toy, I'ma end that story
More time I get 'round, can't see no one
Comin' like Findin' Dory
Fuck friends, I roll with niggas that's ridin' for me
With brainless on a one, too [?]
Bro jumped off and backed it bait
Pullin' up like Dway, ain't no one gon' stop me today
While me and bro givin' a chase, bro took stance, brilliant aim
Bro took stance, brilliant aim
Bally and gloves, you know the vibe
It might just be that time where suttin' get's packed on a cloudy night
If someone gets packed, man bill up a spliff, smoke that down, got me feelin' high
Smoke that down like man don't care, do you smell that fragrance? One of your brothers' got put in the air
[Verse 3: KayyKayy]
I'm with Uncs, free Gunna
Run a man down with my fuckin' cutter
Get cut up, face and body get fuck up
When you feel bells from the brucker
Me, 6ix, swervin' skid, two sticks in the [?], I'm doin' up nutter
Just caught this opp tryna stutter, hold up bro, here's sweets for your supper
I bang this mash like Ramz, and I swing my splash like Sneakz and Tugga
This bad B's talkin' lover, said I'm actin' like Danny Glover
Shout's O my bruce, my brother, real smokey, won't know 'bout Tugga
Trap mash, get bread and butter, get back gang do skeng and suffer
My lil' bro's do up the .9 for practice
Slap this, carry on doin' them gang shit's
Active, up in the duce I'm campin', vampin', tryna leave on the standin'
Opp boys started rappin', step to your block, oh no what happened?
Critical splashin', how many stabbings? Heard he survived, man how man, dammit
Sin Squad step, no cappin', all out attackin', we left shit tragic
Four man deep in traffic, blue lights rush to the scene, no panic
The life I live in is so ments, the gang gon' do it, I swear it ain't nothin'
Pull up, they're screamin', "Don't bun him" the gang gon' do it at anyone's function
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Uncs]
SinSquad steppin', gang doin' him grevious
Crime scene hideous, civilians speechless
He's gonna need Jesus, he's gonna need Christ
SinSquad step, put pressure on dem
Like Famous Dex, he got done up twice
Me and bro like Batman and Robin
You take that left, I'll take that right
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
I love this Glock like Nick love London
Skengs and drugs in abundance
Jump-out Gang, splash and score in public
We're lockin' off anyone's function
Block come hot like Haiti, the feds-dem hate me
So I'm with a gorgeous one, she thinks I'm a fan of Harry
'Cah me and my brother are talkin' wands like Potter
[Verse 3: Uncs]
I'm with Scrub on the passenger side
In my best friend's ride, fill 'em up with bine
The .44 boom, but the SKD had the ting no BB selection of bine
This corn ain't free, G, but you can hold freebies
This bitch wanna be my wife
I told her we're friends like Joey and Phoebe
Lurk on the opps, gang make it look easy
[Verse 4: KayyKayy]
He shoots, I shoot, stick and move
On the L how I bun a man brother
If they dash, we crash
All tryna attack on the opps
And they all get slapped with each other
He try run, Mo Farah
Uh-uh, the bells dem spread like butter
With 6ix and the jakes are doin' up nothin'
No sticks 'till I score with my cutter
[Verse 3: Stewie]
Fuck braggin', I really do this
SS, Serious Splashin' and gang's still shootin'
Big man, don't get your shit splat
Push your wig back in an average bootin'
Out and again, and again, and then movin'
Case closed 'cah we left them clueless
Tour De France, and I ain't been on tour
Pull up on ****, like Bondro
Tryna make racks, why'd you think I'm on four?
Pull up on lurkers, who you on for?
Circle around with the safety off
Why wouldn't we be on four?
We tour knowin' we ain't slappin' no rebought
Tryna see more, released more
You dig me? Got gang slappin' up pickneys
Ain't none of them spillin' juice, my nigga Juice is always tipsy
I was in the block with [?] and [?] shoulda seen how he got down DV
Who do you think got down ****?
Foenem slapped off two, heard feds and we cut from the scene real quickly
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