CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Back2Back
Ay, CZR, you did a mazza still
Sebz Beats, baby
Dopesmoke, 67, and PR SAD, Back2Back
F**k all the dead opps, we smokin' on all of your dead homies
Glee, glee, glee
I lost faith when bro got the G
Then I patterned up quick like in skengs we trust
The blade really took my man's cuz'
He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump
Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done
Add another six when we got him, his lung
I ain't beefin' these kids or bums
No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung
Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it
I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')
Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit
Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)
JMunna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)
He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)
He try run got put on a bonnet
GoFundMe page, let me pay my respects
A white flag couldn't make this end
Silly, I ain't need to go into depth
But I went into depth when I put it in Reckz
No t** for tat, when we do it, it's ten fold
Kid's got nine 'cause he gave a man ten holes
Covered up, we ain't with the chatting on encro
Snap drop, raindrop emoji, let's go
We do drills, them man just talk it
Sh*t gets awks when we mention the dead
Over 4's in bed
Unlimited Z's, we put him to rest
Trap gave me an inset, won't go in depth
Just gotta show with my index, quick kweff
'Cause second time he pa**ed, first time, he should've been dead
('Cause second time he pa**ed, first time, he should've been dead)
Three in a week
Let's keep on ridin'
Where they though? 'Cah man can't find 'em
I watched him swim when I pushed my knife in
Skengs on peds
No need for a hi-vis
Go ask Trident, my batch's real violent
We're actually tryin'
But they're not dyin'
Me and my dawg, that's Stewie and Brian
Riding, tryna leave one of them minus
Stainless steel when I'm out for the kill
It's real, they're hidin'
You can hear in his voice, he's lyin'
They wanna diss on songs and go out wrong
No wonder they are dying, frightened
Put on your gloves, start slidin'
G got life 'cause he turned him lifeless
And S got S cause he kept on hyping
Don't die like Cheyon
It takes less than a crayon to draw me out
Dinger that whip, place in tints
When we cross the equip, but it's 40, foul
We really do it in style
You see the four pipe range and the .12 gauge, bow
S tried to pinch his nose like a clown
He could've hold his breath, neck shots are foul
Just got a brand new Tevez
The brady's jealous, they both play sports
Two waps up, there's loads of swords
Even if I got three, I will still bring my sword
If the blade gets stuck, you better twist with force
'Course, as soon as you start, don't pause
Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn
(Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn)
Creep up and wet him
It's us who's causing tension
Fill up the dings while the ped's unleaded
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, cheff it
Oh yeah, did I mention?
Your bredrin's dead, still p*ssed that he's restin'
We cheffed Reckless
I think he learned his lesson
Death was the sentence, now, he's in heaven
I cheffed him once and I cheffed him twice
Few more times, he would've lost his life
Buck into me with my rambo knife
Only asking once
I don't know about twice
S.O.S, that's Splash On Sight
All of my young boys active
Said they want splash him or air that bine
(Or air that bine)
I lost faith when bro got the G
Then I patterned up quick like in skengs we trust
The blade really took my man's cuz'
He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump
Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done
Add another six when we got him, his lung
I ain't beefin' these kids or bums
No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung
Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it
I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')
Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit
Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)
Munna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)
He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)
He try run got put on a bonnet
(Ay, CZR did a mazza, still)
(Sebz Beats, baby)
Sebz Beats, baby
Dopesmoke, 67, and PR SAD, Back2Back
F**k all the dead opps, we smokin' on all of your dead homies
Glee, glee, glee
I lost faith when bro got the G
Then I patterned up quick like in skengs we trust
The blade really took my man's cuz'
He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump
Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done
Add another six when we got him, his lung
I ain't beefin' these kids or bums
No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung
Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it
I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')
Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit
Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)
JMunna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)
He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)
He try run got put on a bonnet
GoFundMe page, let me pay my respects
A white flag couldn't make this end
Silly, I ain't need to go into depth
But I went into depth when I put it in Reckz
No t** for tat, when we do it, it's ten fold
Kid's got nine 'cause he gave a man ten holes
Covered up, we ain't with the chatting on encro
Snap drop, raindrop emoji, let's go
We do drills, them man just talk it
Sh*t gets awks when we mention the dead
Over 4's in bed
Unlimited Z's, we put him to rest
Trap gave me an inset, won't go in depth
Just gotta show with my index, quick kweff
'Cause second time he pa**ed, first time, he should've been dead
('Cause second time he pa**ed, first time, he should've been dead)
Three in a week
Let's keep on ridin'
Where they though? 'Cah man can't find 'em
I watched him swim when I pushed my knife in
Skengs on peds
No need for a hi-vis
Go ask Trident, my batch's real violent
We're actually tryin'
But they're not dyin'
Me and my dawg, that's Stewie and Brian
Riding, tryna leave one of them minus
Stainless steel when I'm out for the kill
It's real, they're hidin'
You can hear in his voice, he's lyin'
They wanna diss on songs and go out wrong
No wonder they are dying, frightened
Put on your gloves, start slidin'
G got life 'cause he turned him lifeless
And S got S cause he kept on hyping
Don't die like Cheyon
It takes less than a crayon to draw me out
Dinger that whip, place in tints
When we cross the equip, but it's 40, foul
We really do it in style
You see the four pipe range and the .12 gauge, bow
S tried to pinch his nose like a clown
He could've hold his breath, neck shots are foul
Just got a brand new Tevez
The brady's jealous, they both play sports
Two waps up, there's loads of swords
Even if I got three, I will still bring my sword
If the blade gets stuck, you better twist with force
'Course, as soon as you start, don't pause
Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn
(Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn)
Creep up and wet him
It's us who's causing tension
Fill up the dings while the ped's unleaded
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, cheff it
Oh yeah, did I mention?
Your bredrin's dead, still p*ssed that he's restin'
We cheffed Reckless
I think he learned his lesson
Death was the sentence, now, he's in heaven
I cheffed him once and I cheffed him twice
Few more times, he would've lost his life
Buck into me with my rambo knife
Only asking once
I don't know about twice
S.O.S, that's Splash On Sight
All of my young boys active
Said they want splash him or air that bine
(Or air that bine)
I lost faith when bro got the G
Then I patterned up quick like in skengs we trust
The blade really took my man's cuz'
He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump
Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done
Add another six when we got him, his lung
I ain't beefin' these kids or bums
No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung
Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it
I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')
Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit
Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)
Munna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)
He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)
He try run got put on a bonnet
(Ay, CZR did a mazza, still)
(Sebz Beats, baby)
