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Shotgun sneezing, them man breezing
Freeze it, cheff man he's leaking
Ching him, cook him, man fished him
Whipped him, I try leave him missing
Them man know not to do treason
I'm on the backroad doing up reaping
Get cheffed in front of your g's dem
I'll wet man dead and I mean it
Hold on come back and squeeze it
Swing this way and just eat him
V9 I'm a well known demon
I'm tryna decease them
Free all of my g's dem
The trap bang gotta find them pounds
Opp block I go wild
Swing my suttin, and you'll drown
Slap that wap I've got a thing for cannons
Me and Bill been on rides tryna tan him
Blam him, where's your friends man they vanished
Didn't come back to help you that's tragic
You ain't been in the car with a booter
Told him drive and let me bang it
Should've been in the booth with my toes out instead I was out with the gang doing mazzas
Young days I was tryna put balls top bins now I'm shooting tryna slap mans wig
My youngers are savage, you sure you can manage, ride with the young g JB my n***
I chinged man in the back and stomach I had him in range but the ting weren't bussin'
The roads ain't safe are you buzzin', n***as better duck when I'm clutching

Hold on come back and squeeze it
Swing this way and just eat him
V9 I'm a well known demon
I'm tryna decease them
Slap that wap I've got a thing for cannons
Me and Bill been on rides tryna tan him
Blam him, where's your friends man they vanished
Didn't come back to help you that's tragic
Trizz is a raptor, Trizz is a snake
All now them man don't ride for their mates
Like rollers, I've seen them skate
I swear I touched Kevin but I don't mean Gates
Black blade on the backroad get jook up
Been doing up tops no hooker
Like doctors pushing on chests no push ups
One ding dong whip, five or six, man with sticks and shanks we grip
The opposition are sh*t, their friends got dropped and they still ain't rid (they're rubbish)
If they say they did, it's fibs my young G's out on the strip
Like chips, you will get dipped
My boys got smoke, but not like Swift
Trizz is a raptor, Trizz is a snake
All now them man don't ride for their mates
Like rollers, I've seen them skate
I swear I touched Kevin but I don't mean Gates
Take mans box, I don't mean crate
I'll ching for love, I don't ching for hate
Pushed his friend used him as bait
Get man ghost he moves like Tate

Yo, lemme just get this straight if Ish didn't dash he would've felt my blade
It was in M17 on the mains, with me and Mad Max tryna do a man bait
But we ragin', still getting me cray
Cah I didn't go for no bagel baby
I was tryna leave man fatal baby
Crazy, been tryna leave ends taped
Black blade on the backroad get jook up
Been doing up tops no hooker
Like doctors pushin' on chests no push ups
If I press at your chest no chest press like GB you can meet your deathbed
Smoke GB when I start feel head stress
You know all my members
Before we went YOT we was young offenders
Hold on come back and squeeze it
Swing this way and just eat him
V9 I'm a well known demon
I'm tryna decease them
Slap that wap I've got a thing for cannons
Me and Bill been on rides tryna tan him
Blam him, where's your friends man they vanished
Didn't come back to help you that's tragic
Trizz is a raptor, Trizz is a snake
All now them man don't ride for their mates
Like rollers, I've seen them skate
I swear I touched Kevin but I don't mean Gates
Black blade on the backroad get jook up
Been doing up tops no hooker
Like doctors pushing on chests no push ups

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