Rock No Milly - Zone 2, Carns Hill, Kwengface

Ayy some gang shit

Ya nah how it gets

Ching man up for nuttin'

Pop organs and all sorts…

Shot in the face for banter

(the amount of money im gonna be makin g)

You remember the class right?

That told yall how to make it rain

That’s what im gonna be doing every single night

You know the rest man

You know how it gets man

Yo bro lemme just spazz dis wrap dis

12 bar quick

Active

Man get jacked like flap did

Me or Maxo slapped it

Cut through with Snoop or LR boo

See my young boys catting

Cut through with like shh dont panic

Ching xiao tryna leave man tragic ching

And I just step and flex

Do it two times how I done it already

See me with Max or P

In other words that’s jakes or Freddie

Really tryna leave man reddy

Man I just ching mans neck ching mans belly

Yo nigga fast slow nigga I’m in the cargo

.44s wham got it looking like Bravo

Bells come hot, got it coming like charcoal

Nigga had to shit, got me looking like an asshole

Nigga I be swinging lanes, face is bait

Still outside still things

Got a bad bitch she don’t know my name

I just want the pussy, see she just want the fame

Get rocked, no milly

Man just Bop no Diddy

Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun

Or man get bucked, no fiddy

And man’s talkin' that risky shit

I’m like really, really

Man can’t let them piglets in

Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny

Who’s that what’s that girl want sex

Man just flirt with a one two text

Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2

Furthermore man I get man wretched

Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2

Furthermore man I get man wretched

Run through thots

Get down opps

Lurk with shanks lurk with dots

Chest shot chings I do it alot

Taped off roads then back to the block

Got down soldiers we want the boss

Ching ching we don’t give a toss

Ghost his friend then laugh at his loss

Badders in Lewi badders in Coss'

Tryna take shots no sling

Leathers on plus my thing, rocks got put in cling

Metal in my hand no ting

Grab mans chain and ring

Kick down doors they sing

Kwengface strike, then put me on the wing

Splash man down then grin

Splash ching, splash splash ching

I rather just let man work and come back and rob it all after (take it)

Plug for the largest dippers don’t come and ask me for a charger (don't)

It’s chaos anytime I glide, I think I should call myself Karma

Don’t let me call my bruce Chin but big and tall but he’s marga (Trizzla)

Get rocked, no milly

Man just Bop no Diddy

Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun

Or man get bucked, no fiddy

And man’s talkin' that risky shit

I’m like really, really

Man can’t let them piglets in

Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny

Who’s that what’s that girl want sex

Man just flirt with a one two text

Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2

Furthermore man I get man wretched

Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2

Furthermore man I get man wretched