[Intro: CB]
(FRE3, FRE3)
(R14)
I mean, let's be honest
Some of the lyrics, some of the words in drill music are pretty horrific, aren't they?
You know, I put Rambo blades in chests, Take That Risk, by CB
It's not good, is it?
[Verse 1: CB]
Who's talkin' what? Anywhere goes they know I ain't into this talkin' stuff
We called his bluff
Fuck with the Gs, I'll squeeze nonstop 'til this corn is done
Theylie on tracks
Talk 'bout I dropped my crisps, these lies gonna get you bun
I'll corn his mum
They ain't really on what I'm on, so stop with this talkin' tough
Really a savage, the life that I spit, I live
Trust, man, I ain't just rappin'
Really do crashing's, yeah, we had Newham on ropеs
That was main gang on madness
Really on badness, way bеfore I gripped that pole
TrustI was doin' up stabbings, my knifework ments
Nigga if you slip, get drenched, go ask the opps what happened
Got beef with cowards on roads, them man run and hide
'Til them man hide in showers, they ain't on piss
Yeah-yeah, I already said that shit, don't compare me to none of these rappers
Really on volts
I ain't gotta talk, they know, really-really tryna take their souls
Really tryna get man down, really tryna turn them loud, G packs got 'nuff to go 'round ('Round)
If you fuck with the set, get drenched
If you fuck with the gang, get packed
My aim is still intact, I've done **** bootings and **** whacked
Yeah-yeah-yeah we're the kings of shellings
Yeah, we're the kings of the 7th
When I get 'round there it's a murder, I ain't tryna hear no attempted
[Pre-Chorus: CB]
Broad day, I was hoppin' out them cabbies
The .38 spin is what makes me happy
Get 'round there, jump out of the ride and bang that mash what they know 'bout machines?
[Chorus: Kwengface & CB]
This baby .9 kinda makes me happy (Glah)
If I jump out the ride, get slappy, I gotta hit one before they all dasheen (Bap, bap, bap)
I'm on doin' it skatty (Woo)
We beef these neeks that leave their friends
The driver ducks, so we touch the passy
And couple man would've been dead
Shit then, well, l gotta smoke this Ammi
[Verse 2: Kwengface & CB]
Man, it's always us man, it couldn't be them (Ya' mad)
Go ride for your friend (Go ride)
Ever since I knew about them feature fees, I been around too much skengs (Bu-bush)
Waps get slapped, yutes get packed
Can't lie man, my life is a mess (Oh know)
I ain't really got no friends, it's SK, Smith'n and a Wess' (I'm lonely)
Air what? But I love it (I love it no more)
Still tryna do it in public (Bap)
Shorty wanna do it in public, bare back takin' the risk, but fuck it (Ayy, come here)
Just got me the drop on a opp, got-got 'round there in four minutes (Where they at?)
Me on my ones at Bagel, had them boy there missin' (Nyuum)
Swing my arms with action, shootin' my shot, one eye, like I'm Plankton (Woo)
One more pack, that's a hattrick, me and my shan got a fatal attraction (Di-di-dip)
On the opp blocks doin' backflips
Me and G Squeeze got matchin' mashes
Man-man-man's been down for the action, them boy there just down for the chattin' (How?)
Hands on the wap, man's slappin' it, tappin' it, out of his clothes, man's draggin' it
I done came with the nails, man hammer it, boy better know this ting ain't jammerin'
I just jumped out the whip with my ZK, can't even lie, had the opp boys panickin'
Them man rap when them man pack, can't-can't lie, it's rattlin'
[Pre-Chorus: CB]
Broad day, I was hoppin' out them cabbies
The .38 spin is what makes me happy
Get 'round there, jump out of the ride and bang that mash what they know 'bout machines?
[Chorus: Kwengface & CB]
This baby .9 kinda makes me happy (Glah)
If I jump out the ride, get slappy, I gotta hit one before they all dasheen (Bap, bap, bap)
I'm on doin' it skatty (Woo)
We beef these neeks that leave their friends
The driver ducks, so we touch the passy
And couple man would've been dead
Shit then, well, I gotta smoke this Ammi
[Outro]
Shit-shit then while I gotta smoke this Ammi
(FR3)
(R14)
(FR3)
(I'm about to get real disrespectful in this motherfucker)
