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6 Minutes of Hell
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You know where I was He nearly caught one from the... Demons, on the block What’s the talk about I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I don’t know who did it Get the 40s and the shotties out Kweng Pop Smoke at your barbie’s wiggit Swing ‘til I have man leanin’ I ain’t leanin’ and they look Pisa What’s the talk, what’s the talk about He knows that this beef is real Get, get get the 40s and the shotties out What’s the talk about Demons What’s the talk about Demons NKizz Ay ay (ay ay) I don’t know why your broski left the game when your bro got pitched These the same n***as that talk bare wass, rap sh*t and run up their lip I don’t know why one foe told a girl same day when I pierced his skin He sent her pics of the wounds inflicted and it was a WhatsApp ting I’m thinking I was way too comfy when I was living on the wing Smoked bare weed, had a PlayStation, GTA, Scarface tings Big up the [?] hit your uncle I didn’t take the p*ss Bussed my door at 8am Some days I was roaming ‘til 6 On God them days get long I know all about it’s long Had a TV under my mattress, basic tings cah n***as got spun Where was you from? Im from the slum Somewhere with guns Somewhere with cuts We give no f**ks We are some thugs We give no f**ks Call man a nun Up in December you know where I was Ho, ho, ho I was still on the block Shots all day quick dinner then shots Up in December you know where I was Ho, ho, ho I was still on the block Shots all day quick dinner then shots I remember when we was one Chasing n***as it seemed so fun Run him down with my smokers lung I’m smoking cookie you’re smoking crumb I’m getting money go n get you some Run up on you won’t run you down There’s the door you can leave right now f**k your b*t*h then I kick her out Steady counting can’t lose my count Stop the talk what’s the talk about Get the 40s and the shotties out Disrespect fam I’ll smoke you now f**k the charge fam I’m masked up Spin the whip then I park up f**k the charge fam I’m masked up Spin the whip then I park up These tools essential Somebody just pass me the petrol I’ll burn these clothes and this rental Man you’re talking tough I ain’t heard of you Man just pull up, and pull it, one bullet Have your headback bleeding Mans tryna leave that leaking Said he’s on me but I don’t believe him (no way) I ain’t got no one pop Minimum six when I dump off Got a zombie knife in my coat Fresh hunting knife from Soaks Talk on my name get touched A lot of man out here Yeah that’s cool but a lot of man ain’t on much Selection of guns CrepSelect how I select this one I see man run fam I press that Coz they ain’t tryna get bun I chase man down and wet that Organs inside out And I’m out of sight and the Feds they on site asking questions I bin the corn and then rev that Man pull up where all your friends at Bussing corn where your head at This ain’t no food fight Gonna drill that and ghost Got a bad b*t*h tryna link up but there so much she can’t know I done so much road in this tracksuit Right now I just wanna blow smoke Right now I just wanna blow smoke I’m a ride out fanatic One in the ‘gage tryna blow off his face got me overly catting I just clocked me a opp, I swear that I can’t even speak I’m just overly spazzing 6 in the clip 6 in the clip tryna let it all at him Off White got me lit lit Got the trainers to match it Talk on my name best talk a bit louder Do a drill then I’m taking a shower Coz I’m tryna get rid of this powder Now I’m in a restaurant sipping on chowder Old days would beat and skid Now I’m in the trap with the B and Lizz It was me and Soaks on the block, really tryna sit and grease that ting Done been a worker running that trap Now I got a worker running my phone and a sweet one bagging this pack 6 out of 10 mans running that back No way like man can’t lack Coz I’ve got opps, cops All on me, all my on my back Yo, my guys tryna done him and dash Maxo really tryna turn a man pack Two, two on me there’s 5 bills each so I’m making it fat Mans kway with Jack and Jill How much blood’s been spilt I can talk about opps all day but you’re gonna hear roll, and reel (don’t censor that) Do this thing for real Man done stepped with waps for real (grab bap) He nearly caught one from the spinner Driller, he knows that this beef is real This beef ain’t fake No f**king way That’s why Rhyno got chinged in his *** And Ben got chinged in his *** I’m p*ssed I can’t say no names Demons I see a opp now he’s bleeding BM Coop spin it ADHD don’t fidget Gun on my lap I’ll fill it I’ll fill it I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I don’t know who do it Bro don’t lack for sure I’m with it Kweng Pop Smoke at your barbie’s wiggit 1 2’s ped i see him that’s holes in a opp boy gilet Yo yo Opp thots can’t chill that’s no no Get corn in your frontal wig no flickie im chilling with bozos Award for the drill no MOBO This ain’t a movie bullets don’t fly no slow mo I’m preeing the rarest popo Now bro can’t stall this Volvo Drip sh*t AJ’s one and my Moncler blue on some Crip sh*t And shawty’s on gang and she mean it We pouring up Henny, lit lit I’m plotting on opps she’s listening to Fivio big drip big drip Said I’m plotting on opps, she’s listening, she’s listening to Fivio big drip big drip Demons I see a opp now he’s bleeding BM Coop spin it ADHD don’t fidget Gun on my lap I’ll fill it I’ll fill it I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I don’t know who do it Bro don’t lack for sure I’m with it Kweng Pop Smoke at your barbie’s wiggit 1 2’s ped i see him that’s holes in a.... *cough* Demons Swing that had a paigon bleeding I don’t care about age or region Shaved up cats bleeding, screaming (ay, ay, ay) There ain’t no sleep for the wicked wicked (there isn’t) If I clock and spin it you might get hit like a ball in cricket (boom) And I heard that his heart was in it now CJ is a walking spirit I told broski I’ll press you rev (ay rev that) I dun put my nank in a paigon, try shave Him and I made him beg (I do) I can’t swing and aim at leg, I’ll swing and aim for heart no Kev (I will) Kev too many of them been cheffed I still pop up tryna buss this lead It was us that was there on peds Tryna get someone spread like beds, meds Still I gotta dodge them feds feds (ay ay) Riding tryna shave mans hood man paint that good and I left that red, red Hear for the loaf like Dage, f**k age I’ll dig with my nank no spades (ay dig it) The whole team too wild like strays (boom) We pop them doors and we backswitch blades (boom) Still tryna cop new teeth for the beater (woi woi) Yes im real good with a mash I don’t need to Crouch all low like Peter (I don’t) YK tryna buck this nina New to the streets they’re new to the beef so they’re still adjusting like Bieber Swing, swing til I have man leaning I ain’t leaning and they look like Pisa (swing, swing)
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