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Ay, Adz, show these man RV Which one of them laid a finger on me? I'll wait Smoke opps 'till my pupils dilate Ran down JD, punched up YK I ain't gotta name drop Bored up shh in bait Tops Should've seen how long that blade was His mate got his brain shot in the same spot Knife game legendary, they should put my shank in a museum Opps get cut like shapes, leave them flat line, 2D 'em Shitden, shitden Them man are broke So I bring tools 'round there and go fix them Run down young G's, punch up big men May the lord be my witness No homo, you ain't gotta be a girl to get all these inches I'll grab my Rambo and put fifteen in the back like Dier Or get cheffed in the face And left with a scar like Marlo from The Wire Ain't got a body but God loves a trier That's why I just cheff and cheff until I can't cheff no more Ay, rudeboy, check the scores How many times have I stepped with four? My new ting's filled with teeth Letras de cancionesCome like this skeng got jaws Gang let off corn at the opps But I still got plenty more Opps been pulling up recently 'Bout time after all them vio's Your bredrin's world hashtagged in their bio's Skengs in rides when we cruise, no Taio It's on sight for them yutes They fuck with friends, I'll ride on them too Been 'round there, blacked out to the brim And I've been with sandals on too From young I been taking chores Half of the opps been chased or bored What do you know 'bout seeing blue lights With skengs in the ride and it ain't insured Scoreboard already a whitewash Still, I'm tryna make it more I can never be like my man And get caught on dates with whores This girl thinks I'ma make her my main All cah I said she's buff What do you know 'bout giving the worker a pack Like, you better not mess this up Any opp that I got deserved it Anything green, man cheff that up Don't step on my toes, got red on my soles These creps are expensive stuff Hit that trap, get filthy rich Opps get whacked, we drill them pricks Intent to supply, I put skengs in the ride Ask them how much drills we did And if they lift up, you'll see their stab wounds I lift mine and reveal this stick Told bae, got a ting on my waist So you better slow down when you feel this dick Bad B's can come to the Nizz For the opps, it's no entry I really live what I rap That's why feds use my lyrics against me Anytime that I go to the opp block I bet that strip is empty My son is the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Now I'm the king like Ledley Drilling and trapping, prolific offender But put respect on my name I got too much racks to be called a gang member I must have dementia, cah I can't remember All the times that the opps just ran Cah they weren't tryna surrender Black outfit and a fuck off waps Stan Lee should've made me an Avenger Lil bro got a shank like Zelda Tryna take it on a adventure I told him chill but he weren't having a bar like Demba This bad B thinks we're compatible Just 'cause I was born in December From Letras Mania