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Two, two, two, come on, Zone 2, plugged in Shoutout Fumez, shoutout Pressplay Some gang shit (no) Hitters (the author, oh, make I free the guy) Cough (free the guys) Free all the guys, revive the opps, you know how it gets Nobody's safe (Fumez The Engineer) C'mon (DNB) free all the members (choose them all) They lie on songs, them man ain't on Come like their battery died Got them on ropes, but not like tied L- always takes them long, long strides (he's dashin') I swear that practice makes perfect Why do you think that we go on glides? (Why) The ting gets parked off, not like Hyde No rollercoaster, I love them rides (I love them) Like a bad B, I love to ride (I love them) When we seek, they go and hide Pull up like "Hi" or they run like "Bye" I laughed at my cousin, the opps just cried When we come it's narrow or wide Us man got way too much pride (we do) Opp block lurkin', ding-dong scorin' Truss' me we don't use no guide Di-di-directions, Waze or Maps I chinged his chest but Kenz his back See gang they start to shake, no shack No cap, this wap cost over a rack She's on her knees, she came from Hack' I want them keys, but not like Jack (Jack) Dem man saw CJ, no relay He should've just run dem laps (he shoulda ran) You can get opened like tin I'm itchin', really tryna turn man Djinn (ah) I'm really tryna turn man duppy Load this pumpy and slap at him (pow, pow) When they get splash, did they use their fins? RM Sav done gave him a trim (he chinged him) The opps tryna go for the win That's not possible, just like Kim (no way) Yo, Zone 2 step in my Jordan's, my Jordan's, man do it like Nike (oh) I like them tings all naughty, all naughty, I don't like them nice (come here) OT trips get marshy, if not then I put my Nike's On the opp block curb tryna do these patties (they step) Why these - yutes be so chatty? (Where they at?) These - yutes a disgrace, but they know their place, us man get crashy (hm) Tryna chop this light in peace, but, JT's gettin' catty (I love that) I got a bad B up in my passy, she wanna suck me off, I said "Gladly" (whoo) See an opp, I can't bear, but to dish that hair Like my name is Camille and Pape (right now) I got flake parked off in the T for the drought But I might bring it out for Corona (might) This ting says she's into Sosa, I told her "I trap and I whip up yola" I done brought that pump to your strip, see all of them cut, now I feel like Omar I'm tryna do this Spanish one, but she told me, "Tu vida es loca" (mad) 63 grams in the crackpot, bark my zoot, then it's back to the trap spot If an opp boy dies on the strip, and we didn't do that, man, it'd still be a jackpot My bro just chopped down a brick (still winnin') Man do it like Mr Miyagi (hm) I done cheffed that yute on a bait ting Good thing I done brought my gloves and my bally Fur coat and an all-black trackie, gloves, Air ones and an all-black bally Rammy on waist and my hands on rammy (splash) Water, we get splashy, stain TS like string Cherry B's and Maggie I'm lookin' at my opp boy's vids, and all I see is Cali Their friends in baggies and my friends happy They have flashbacks when they jump in cabbies (dickheads) See us don't run, don't go-go, you're just gonna get your back shot, no homo The YG's savage and loco, youngest in charge of the borough or postcode If it ain't Pecks, I don't give a fuck (no way), true say anything go-go (trust me) Even if it's in-house beef, I don't give two Ts, everything local Fuck-fuck-fuck the socials, I got it live-O, I ain't makin' no phone calls My-my guys dem scrummy, not noble The pagan bitches, they ain't got no balls (no cap) I need some Gelato chin, deliver that pack like Yodel (shout bro) The opps dem thought they could beef us, lol They must have been doin' up snowball (visa) I still got opps on ends, got opps off ends and opps near Oval (ay) The 44 kicks like pro-ball, do it real-life, let it blast like Goku (ay) Do-do-do it real life, let it blast like Goku (ay, bang) Don't-don't-don't be a friend of a paigon We bored down Paul for affiliation Didn't really have confirmation Now look, he's been booked in as a patient I'm gonna make it, I just need patience Lucky - made it with all the shavin' (ah, just lucky) No cap, thought he was fadin' Should've faded (should've faded) Wave it, shave it or shoot it, then go I'm LR, baby, so she can go low (ay) Went on the ride, can't bring my phone So when I don't answer my sweet one knows Still pull up in a dinger, bam, bam then go That's facts, so I gotta make that well-known When I'm out mum prays that I make it home Know they gotta grip, gotta grab my soul Yo, who's that? Ching him or boot that That day saw us jump out, turn Johan Man can't lack, grip that they know man (ay) Gyal with a back tryna say how she knows man Baby, I walk with a stick, I'm an old man (ay) I'm a savage, I don't know about romance Remember that day Karma try MJ, smooth Criminal, and he has done him a bad He got left red, so give him a pad You don't wanna see me pull up with Max or splash partner, that's RM Sav (ay) Splash, how many man been splashed (how much?) They rush when they see us, they know that we're tapped Mad, Paul got left by his lads, and he got chinged up till he froze, collapsed (ay) Fumez The Engineer
Writer(s): Karma, Kwengface, L R, Trizzac Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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