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Дата випуску: 12.04.2020
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Hidden Facts |
With these 3 2s tryna find one wretched |
Dreadz that gives verbal to the ends |
But don’t ride out when his friends get drenched |
Got me scratchin' my head cah it don’t make sense |
JV first then Poppy got cheffed |
Right now the scoreboards lookin' all ments |
And don’t let me mention Kev |
Like J NPK he’s already been kweffed |
Nuttin' but g’s in the unit |
Jump out the whip let me go and pursue him |
AFG that’s stabs and shootings |
Gruesome shoot in your brains, you’re clueless |
Mickz put a name on his blade |
And the streets still talkin', we ain’t gotta say names |
At traffic lights get spotted on mains |
Passenger seat get bored in your face |
E1's back, I only spit facts |
Feds knew I was out till late |
Cah I’m out till late so they slapped me on tag |
Poppy got splashed I was in my cell pissed again |
Cah the pussio never turned pack |
All now they ain’t rid back |
But they’re jumpin' on tracks just talkin' wass |
Ask JV how the ZK taste |
My nigga Msplash really fed him that |
Big bro dun dashed left little bro spazzin' |
Came Park Lane didn’t see no badness |
SJ slapped it still no reaction |
The wap hasn’t got an agenda |
Party with the opps; get left where you’re standin' |
Girls, the corn ain’t got no manners |
How’d you think Tanesha ended up in a package? |
Bro traps in a dirty bando |
My opps been rappin' with spotless rambos |
Keep thinkin' you’re safe on the backroads |
Till man slaps that corn through your afro |
Didn’t talk when Kev got hit |
But they’re talkin' shit how he shot and missed |
After Banghisa got window chinged |
And he jumped on tracks, are you takin' the piss? |
Match day we’re the top scorers |
On the 12's skid through the supporters |
Take a left right after the corner |
You know what happens if you buck an enforcer |
Ford, 125 or Corsa |
Anytime we slide NPK in quarters |
Swing my borer, swing my borer |
Leave man slumped on the corner |
Free DV he was movin' OJ |
Caught Onyx at church and he banged his face |
I know someone’s stressed cause their dad’s in the grave |
And they ain’t killed none of my mates |
I’m back with the Kobi 40 |
Stuck in the mud, all sleepin' cosy |
Bad b on me, still horny |
Kaos in my spliff, no chip, it’s a puree |
Still got a sale that’s 6 for 40 |
But the CID’s there lowkey, movin' real nosey |
Had me back on the wing with Tiny and Nuts |
'018 made the temperature hot |
That’s 30 degrees when we lurk on blocks |
Have you ever been 4 dotties up |
Not givin' 2 fucks, tryna tape it off? |
Them times it was anyting green on crud |
2 shotties up; loaded pumps |
Chop, chop so it’s small like twin |
That’s what I call sawn off dots |
That’s what I call sawn off dots |
Get caught by 5 of the g’s |
And we’re all givin' 3 |
Minimum 15 |
Xing Xhao Xing Xhao in and out of your tee |
And you know that it’s anyting green |
On a load of badness |
Know that the opps on a load of chattin' |
Buck into me; no knuckle sandwich |
You know that my tool gets brandished |
Case unclipped; man swing that first |
They rap about their young g’s dirt |
They see Niners and they try divert |
The brizzy kickback hold firm and burst |
Dump off 2 then lurk on the 3rds |
Put holes in your shirt |
Ask Leadz how my chest shot works |
3×3 been mashin' the works |
And everyday someone beefin' the 9 |
Givin' verbal on the net got me scratchin' my head |
But their bros been shot or cheffed |
That’s pints of blood that my bredrin left |
Crash that dots of the 12's ped |
Insert that lead, full throttle, and rev |
Man’s really tryna crash at them |
It is what it is, you can talk on the net |
ZT is a chest shot specialist |
Aim for his chest he’ll get him for definite |
They’re not on what my gang’s on |
Our ting’s seperate |
Skengfield ain’t slapped it once |
I’ll tell you for free all the waps are celibate |
Bounces road bro backed what pole? |
Are you sniffin' coke? |
Same road where Chicken got smoked |
Now I’m gettin' asked why that pussio |
Attempted again to try cross the road |
And then to try cross the road |
SJ |