[Intro: BM]
DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged In
[Chorus: BM]
In Zone 8, tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig up for sale
[Verse 1: Mini]
If I crash this car on a glide, don't worry 'bout your car gettin' dented
If I jump out, swing my shank, pierce man's lungs and I fuckin' meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz, I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdlin' fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerkin' him endless
DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged In
[Chorus: BM]
In Zone 8, tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig up for sale
[Verse 1: Mini]
If I crash this car on a glide, don't worry 'bout your car gettin' dented
If I jump out, swing my shank, pierce man's lungs and I fuckin' meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz, I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdlin' fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerkin' him endless
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