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No Hook
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Yanko
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K6 Yo Itchy, this how you goin' on? 3DaMind We catch them cases, leave no traces The 'rales want us in cages Got boots for the laces Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers ***** pulled up on a traitor They skeet when gang pull up They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters TT rinsed that clip no- Ay Zico, let's hop in the ride Let’s go House for the hundredth time We go to the 6 but no ones there But in your vids there’s a hundred guys Your bro done dripped in slime He’s underground like the central line Vandoe hopped out the ride Left him looking like Frankenstein We still do them drills it’s bait Ride that stick up do it broad day .32 spins or tap that gauge Bro clapped that once and slapped his face F**k that lemme just tap that twice Or roll with my kitchen knife and shave You don’t want to see me start shaving Bro got the dots on my life and blazing I ain’t trying to sit back sip tea I just wanna spill juice, no Snapple Might take that risk if it’s auto But back seat if the whip comes manual I beef like four blocks And this beef is far from too much to handle I gotta lay low from the jakes Just tryna unravel my name, no scramble If something got splashed or whacked in Newham It was probably done by Blackz If not, it was done by Chad Say you’re onto the gang, that’s a f**king drag ***** held them wounds now he’s well known for being a rash JT landed road now he’s upsuh, top dog for the cats We catch them cases, leave no traces The 'rales want us in cages Got boots for the laces Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers ***** pulled up on a traitor They skeet when gang pull up They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters TT rinsed that clip no trailer F**k a baseball bat or a dose I might just sink my blade in your spine Four times Everytime we jumped in the who ride We’re putting our lives on the line NSM, put trust in my guys Young CB put trust in a 9’s Two leather gloves and a bally Quick mojo, lets pray that we take someone’s life Don’t lack when getting a trim You might get chinged with a kitch like Twin This Ramz don’t bend It sinks in skin and the .32’s holding six Everytime they see our whip They run before they even see it spin Saying that you miss your bro Then you better go to the grave and dig Rinse that clip Empty the spin Seven times when I chinged that prick Sixteen, when I tapped that stick How many times have we taped that strip? Tinted whips get spun on kids You can get bun if you chill with him Real sh*t, no cap, bruck back in the bag You know we’re going straight to the 6th Get the Corsa, we’re going on a match Just hating on tracks and blacked out in we go They say we don’t score no goals Any chance and the balls getting forced up in the goal This black blade comes like a slag It’s got a handful but it’s still got more to go Back then it was a Smith & Wesson School days, man used to roll with a course or so This wap is f**king slaggy Beat like a b*t*h from Geordie Shore He got bored and fell on the floor F**k it, I might as well ching him more They’re winning the Snapchat beef But in real life, we’re winning the war His marj’s tears are funny But I’m p*ssed off cah my n***as on tour Everything they do is for the net When we link up in the flesh, they’re pleading They don’t want to be up next I bet you never knew that Young Dizz begged And DSav f**ks year 10's Prince of the 6th, what? Where? If you held one more you would’ve been dead I swear you would’ve been dead
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