What Is the Score - R6, 67, ST

Big motherfucking waps

Big motherfucking racks

Big clips

6 shit

Mans pulling up, jogging on niggas

Yeah, alla dat

Gang, Gang

6 gang with the opps on man

Cah they know we do drillings

Go check out the bootings

Check out the chingings

.44's, 10 toes with the dots

6 gang done did it

67K what where

He either tripped or it’s spilling

Bare man rap for the cause

You don’t bang for friend

That’s under the floor

Like he got chinged

And he got whacked

So tell me what is the score?

And I hear man rapping on tracks

Like ours didn’t take one of yours

And bare man rap ‘bout banging

When they ain’t even ready for war

Young Jigga, niggas know that I’m lurky

On the drive, R6 and Sizz

Tryna smoke opp like Percy

Big rambo and I’ll drench man

Get in my way

I ain’t showing no mercy

Dill up, crash with the fam

The whole of my gang got their hands dem dirty

The opps ain’t adding no K

How the hell you gonna talk about ropes?

Some washed yutes tryna scream Town

I’ll just run man down with my woes

All up in my hands with smoke

Tryna air out your friend den ghost

Way too needy

Dem nigga’s just lie for their hoes

2 dots dat’s Itch and Sizz

On the opp block, where they’re not on piss

Dem man love chat like bitch

Should have seen the run

When we jumped out the whiz

Gang dinger might pull up on violence

If your run, keep ducking and diving

What’s with the running and hiding?

I told man dat no one ain’t sliding

Crash corn at anyone

Niggas know we on violence

Me and Yung Conz stay tooled up

Out ‘ere tryna catch man sliding

Man get the drop on the opps

Little man der just got a knife in

How could call this ‘Beef'

When we get ‘round there and you hiding?

Broski fill up the ting

I’ll fill up the ting, let’s lurk

2 L’s on the opp block

Lurk with Itch and I’ll put him on his shirt

Rage way to whizzy like I always say ‘Skrr-Skrr'

T-Trap's loving the ends

Pedal bike tryna push work

Drillers and trappers

Fuck with the 6

Get cheffed or pitched

There’s shit, there’s tragic

Pull up on the drive with me and my guys

All the opps vanish

Bro don’t talk, bro shoot dem

Bro is the maddest

Bro got me, I got bro

No dashing when we splashing

4 door, 4 man

That’s me and my gang tryna catch man lacking

2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs in the ride don’t panic

2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs, see feds, mans dashing

Tryna leave a opp cabbage

Jump out

Jump out on a mad one

Boom, baw-baw in the place

You can be Chinese or Indian

I don’t give a toss about your race

Pull up on a opp block

Bare pussies coming like a brothel in the place

Only time I run and leave my friends

When we legging from jakes

Whip, Whip, Whip

Older bro in the kitchen

Watch him do up the flake

I got both for the low

Raw in the dotty for the smackers the tastes

Camp on the opp block

Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake

Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake

Hold

Who’s that qwengers on the opp block?

See the way that she shakes

If that’s a oppers girl

Can you lead me to my mates?

Knock-knock on my door

Feds, window escape

10 toes in Brixton like bitch I’m with my apes

Drench man normal that’s a opp boy

Open bare police tapes

Whip-whip, in dat pot do a dab

My nigga whip the flake

Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame

Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame

Bare man rap for the cause

Don’t bang for their friends that’s under the floor

Capo got wetted in front of his friends

Yeah all of dem pussio’s saw

Free Squeezy he was on the phone laughing

We all know we should’ve got more

And bare man rap about banging

When they ain’t even ready for war

They ain’t out 'ere tryna risk It

Tryna rise that mash and fill It

Turn a opp pack then bill It

When I jump in the ride and spin It

I know my shooters tryna drill it

They could be old or young, skinny or fat

They see me they kick it

Two cannon’s on the opp block

Like I came here to help out Ade OG

Tilt that, shoot man’s face from a angle

Leave man’s visuals V

Suttin' got touched round there

Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team

Suttin' got touched round there

Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team

Go and get you some manners

Still step with handy tools

That’s a man-bag with nails and hammers

Bang corn from the days

We were out 'ere tryna flag red bandanas

Lean and bop with ting

Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger

Lean and bop with ting

Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger

6 gang with the opps on man

Cah they know we do drillings

Go check out the bootings

Check out the chingings

.44's, 10 toes with the dots

6 gang done did it

67K what where

He either tripped or it’s spilling

Bare man rap for the cause

You don’t bang for friend

That’s under the floor

Like he got chinged

And he got whacked

So tell me what is the score?

And I hear man rapping on tracks

Like ours didn’t take one of yours

And bare man rap ‘bout banging

When they ain’t even ready for war

War is war…

War is war