98% - 98s, Stally, 지미

I don’t know

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I don’t know

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Ay rocky, this wavey

M6 is whippin' this one up

I don’t know

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I don’t know

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If gang slide, man are in trouble (Don't slip)

Slap this weapon

It beats off live it ain’t got no muzzle

Get left in a puddle

I do man bad and go back to my hustle (Grindin')

Mummy like «Son, where you been?»

I threw her some change and I said I was away (Kway)

She knows that I was at service

She kissed her teeth and she told me «be safe» (Real life)

See me on the glide, brudda, you don’t wanna meet this blade (No way)

Or man lean out the ride with a banger

Tryna make a slugload jump in your face (Bow, bow)

Whn we step 'round ther, we patterned

Normal procedures, get man down (Deaded)

Get back or get done

Don’t get caught when the gang’s been 'round

This life ain’t sweet (Nope)

I just revved 'round ends, the spliff burns, then I got packs on me (Out 'ere)

7AM my Ms

Brodie got bagged, got lined by slag

Damn, then he got hit with a 10 (Mazza)

Where’s the loud needed to clear my head?

Tag this grub and then hit my bed

Longin' off shots when I’m brushin' my teeth (No)

Hit the roads then clean the streets

Backseat, got about half a B

Doin' 70 up the A13 (Skkrt)

Bop with the tank, cah the whip does E

Today I’ve been tearin' up East

Tear a little bro cah the grub and please text me, before he go sleep

See a chance then I’ll take it (Ay)

Call me Homerton’s penalty taker

Slap corn, wake the neighbours

I’m raged, grab the slayer (Bankai)

Swinging my fuck-off sword (Splash)

Tryna turn man corpse (Dead up)

And try leave man dead up (Ay)

Red (splash) ketchup (Ching)

Shotgun and spinners (Bow, bow)

Sauce for dinner

Catch red then get liff up (Garn)

I’m tapped, don’t get twiss up

Like punch, with rum (Ay)

I move dumb, with this gun (Bow, bow)

Burst mans belly and duss (Ay)

Run (What?) cut

Behind the driver’s seat

Right hand on the door, got a knife on my left (You know)

Grab the grinder and sheets

If he’s sighted with man, that’s sidin' with them

Stay offline with the beef

But we don’t full ends up in sight of the feds

More paigons in sight of a skeng

This ting’s live, I know beef can’t end (No way)

They got a whole team for cheffs

Anywhere the opp boys seen it’s press (You know)

Met them after heal and rest

Anytime they buck gang make them feel stress

My bros dem deal in pebs

They hit in them fiends to get that bread (Trappin')

The fans got me seein' sense

With this music ting, the Gs up next (Up next)

I don’t know

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I don’t know

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