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Wait, that's Sapphire Beatsz 5ive Music
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at, where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
How them punks act bad when
They ain't on piss? (Fuck 'em)
I'm way too rude 'cah I
Really don't rate them pricks (No I don't)
Draw me out and I'm taking trips
Like I said you won't take that risk
My team do drills, that's word to my mother
(On my life, on my life)
We the ones that turn up the borough 7 hunna
(Yeah) , You know what we did last summer
(Niggas know)
The beef got peak and the opps got-got
(Where they at, where they at?)
And how many guys got shot? (How many?)
Got the other side nervous
Don't wanna chill on their block
Shit's hot and I ain't talking about feds
(Nah) you'll see gang pull up on peds
When I hop out the dinger, I'm seeing legs
When all I wanna see is flesh
(Where they at?)
We got London shaking (Shaking)
Even the opps they're rating they must be
(They are)
How many guys got duppied? (How many?)
Like, really? (Really?)
Fuck the opps, free Siri (Free him up)
More time I'm riding, yeah
I'm way to itchy we run this city
Comfy on the 6th, like Drizzy, you dig me?
(Comfy)
No lacking, well known for the crashing
Anywhere I'll slap it (Bubush)
That's standard i'm a walking hazard
I won't talk, I'll blam him (Bow, bow)
Wood Gaza or nuttin', that's gang
My brothers
For dem you could hold a dozen (Hella bells)
And these bells will done him
And these bells come big like onions (Bow)
It's smokey settings, my nigga C1 said it
(Free C, free C) miss Dimpz, he a legend
Disrespect, that's shellings
No wap, I'll chef him
Put the blade where his neck is
That's another pack pending (Another one)
Niggas know about gang
And this beef ain't ending (No way)
And this beef ain't ending (No way)
And if I said it, I meant it
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at, where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
Any time I get round there I crash
That corn and I do that proper
Last time I got round there mans chest
And neck got filled with copper (Bow)
Most of the drills I've done
I've done it broad day
You can ask them oppers (On my life)
Niggas can't talk about the 7th (Nah)
Been round there will loaded weapons
Smoke man bait like I smoke mans bredrin
(Bubush)
Fuck with the guys, man's taking lives
For C1 I'll ride twenty-five (My nigga)
Why you think Newham went quiet?
'Cah most of my drillers got put inside
(Free Northside Newham)
How them man talk about gang like
Gang ain't been there numerous times?
We go to the 6 and them man hide
Then we go House and them man die (RIP)
Jump in the ride and slap
That corn, I love it, Done it in public
He can be a opp and be my cousin
He'll still get bun at family function
(Don't care)
Feds went and took my niggas znd I
Came home to brand new spinners
Still tryna get them skengs and crash them
These bells in the dots don't come average
(No, they don't)
When you mention the 7th best talk
About wettings and talk about bootings
(Bap, bap) can't talk about drillings
You know that we winning and
The opps been losing (Been losing)
When I get round there it's smokey things
I'll smoke man bait and I
Won't feel a thing
Heard that nigga turned pack
So when I got back I rolled a spliff
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
Talk on my name, get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes
(Burn that)
I'll bang on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at, where they at?)
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably YS and Locz (Bubush)
WRITERS
LEKAN AKINSOJI, SADIKI ADISA FORBES
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc.
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