Numerous chingings And he still wants to talk about scores When he got bored and done no chingings Skid round there for my OOD (crankers) And do more fishing (ching) Call these [?] hooters at night At side have my jail side sitting I was Thameside living Late nights on the phone to my misses But they couldn’t keep me in their system (no way) Still get cheffed in your wisdom (ching) Push my 15 then twist it (ching ching) Pull up with my Bruce He’s tryna slap corn from a distance (clapback) Get dipped in your head and chest I don’t care if your Muslim or Christian (don’t give a toss) Feeling like Bryson Tiller and Rihanna I’ve been getting them wild wild thoughts Tryna hide a body Leave em on the floor Outlined by the chalks (dead up) Always talking bout cutlery But I leave the spoon and I had to leave the fork (got my shank) Team full of messy eaters pouring way too much of that sauce (pouring)
They stopped runnin They had no teeth Running in shops no heart you neek Judas tryna buck double O 3 Blood on the pave Blood on the street Knockout already got it in MacDees Zone 2 sweep John Ruskin Street (opps) Right now Loosescrew got it Right now Loosescrew got it Right now Loosescrew got it Why the hell do I beef these neeks (why?)
Judas Still get the bruckback like fuck that let’s do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave you toothless PS no safety and I’m crazy but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I’m ruthless (Trizzla!) And I’m like Judas (Judas) And I’m like Judas (Judas)
With Zone 2 drillers and hitsquad hitters (two) I’m a Zone 2 stepper Pecknarm baby plug for the largest dippers Shave man’s head no cancer (shanks) I should call these shanks head clippers My guys are Aryan racists We hate them 17 niggas Man fuck them 17 niggas (for the opps) Super gassed and super savage Probably LR that did the damage No NCS we did the challenge We didn’t even start the man running rammage [?] Bruce got that pump no flat tyre Buss that ting like quagmire She wants my wood for her campfire March you ain’t you’re a damn liar
No sentence we got dots (dots) No janitor we got mops (mops) I want MAC10s I want Uzis I swear down I want a lot (want it all) Kwengface likes to bang a lot Kick down doors for the prof My white don he’s got charlie, so now we call him Sloth
Man, machine, and them crunch spots Everyday you hear gun shots Had grub with no lunchbox it’s all fun and games till one drops Had grub with no lunchbox it’s all fun and games till one drops
Judas Still get the bruckback like fuck that let’s do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave you toothless PS no safety and I’m crazy but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I’m ruthless (Trizzla!) And I’m like Judas (Judas) And I’m like Judas (Judas)