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Ghosty

[Horrid1]
Shit, thought Hunch missed the drop but I never (No)
I ain't talkin' ‘bout rap, I'm talkin' ‘bout on the oppies get bun, shotgun with a lever (Bow, bow)
Coulda done better
When I caught my man, I coulda drenched him better (Ching, ching)
My black blade was wet, but  was wetter (Pussy)
Didn't think he could survive this cheffer (No)
Gotta shout AJ T on that flow, ‘cah he started that one, that one
22-inch black blade put the whole nank in (Ugh), I started that one
Catch me a opp, I'll tap one
Prayin' a few minutes late, I'll pack one (Dead ‘im)
The mandеm just copped like four more tings
About timе Huncho tapped one (Bow, bow)
Chase man on the wing like Ashley did, only difference is I'm attackin'
In this space I step, put 3 of them punks on my nizz, don't tell me ‘bout stabbings (Don't do it)
Bare man screamin' wild wild west but they ain't on nothin', why're they cappin'? (They're not)
We're the reasons that west is wild, that's nuttin' but facts, done a hundred stabbings, and slappings (That's facts)
Ask  how we slapped up his yard, nah I ain't cappin' (Bow, bow)
Ask , them bullets just crashed from the whip, when broski lean out the ride and ??? (Bow)
When bro's crashin', they kept on dashin'
The mandem cheffed down  (Ching, ching)
Just left my ped, no NHS
Two hands on the mash, start clappin' (Bow, bow)
[Horrid1, Sav'O]
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow)
And  get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west
How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow)
And  get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west
How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen (JS)

[Sav'O]
It's only us on the south side of Acton, nobody else in west is wild (No)
I ain't go ‘round in circles, I back my verbal, real life I get niggas down (Ching, ching)
They say that they're winnin', they must be jokin'
I swear I'm embarrassed to beef these clowns
But let me not call it “beef”, just “bullyin' neeks”
They run, get caught and drown in blood
If the medics ain't quick, they're fucked
I got my temper from my pops and Hunch
If  tripped up, then he would've turn bud
How you sittin' on your bum when your pockets are bruck? (What a fuckin' bum)
I can't get buzzed on (No)
I'm the opp that the pagans run from
My man had it, but still got dumped on
Ain't nobody safe when I got my gloves on (Bow, bow)
Do drill rap but don't drill, stick to love songs
Ain't in the streets, so yo, stop rappin' it
Easy targets, them man ain't challengin'
When I saw , they say they savaged it
All of this cap that I chat, I'm backin' it
Spot me an opp on-sight, I'm attackin' him (Pap)
She got a backside, tappin' it
We are rap-battlin', we the west savages

[Horrid1, Sav'O]
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow)
And  get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west
How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow)
And  get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west
How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen

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