[Intro]
Fill it, drill it, pray I don't miss it
Chase it, swing it, ching it
How many opps have Sus left swimming?
K's and attempted killings
I get a thrill from all this drilling
[Verse 1]
Chef man down until he stops moving (ching)
Still get a punched and booting
Man get pissed when I look at the news, and see his condition improving
I live a violent life, so it's right I only make violent music
Got that drop, but there's more of them than us
So it's the dots I'm choosing, ay
Cumbo, ding-dong cruising
Spot me a opp, and pray I don't lose him, juice him
Way we did it, was gruesome
Make him swim in blood that he's losing
Scoring, it will never get boring
Floor him, swing my shank and then bore him
Saw him hold his head and start balling
When it's war, I put my all in
Baby, on bored, his name is ninе, we take him on tour
Free BA, he pass mе the 4's
Then I said „love“ and gave him my sword
.38 spin, Blitz let it roar
Drive and shoot, my bro does it all
Shout SY, my partner in crime
We shared our dingers, zombies and lines
Shared our prey, we done it enough times
Hold his ching for acting guy, guy
Chest shot ching, Culprit, bye bye
So no more attempts to ride for his slime, why?
Back your chinger, don't swing, use shooters
Just use the time for your sprint
Think, if the ding-dong got tints and comes your way
Then grip on your ting
Cah we don't play, we come here to murder
Get run down and chinged like C-Murder
Shout lil bro, he got down
With gang, and now he a qualified lurker, earner
On the phone to my worker, constant checks cos he just a learner
Bad man, till you buck a real mad man, grab man
Swing my ching till I'm tired
Smoke man, then see smoke from the tires
If looks could kill, they do
Cah if I see you, your times expired
So you better run and not get tired
Smoke man, then see smoke from the tires
If looks could kill, they do
Cah if I see you, their times expired
So you better run and not get tired
Fill it, drill it, pray I don't miss it
Chase it, swing it, ching it
How many opps have Sus left swimming?
K's and attempted killings
I get a thrill from all this drilling
[Verse 1]
Chef man down until he stops moving (ching)
Still get a punched and booting
Man get pissed when I look at the news, and see his condition improving
I live a violent life, so it's right I only make violent music
Got that drop, but there's more of them than us
So it's the dots I'm choosing, ay
Cumbo, ding-dong cruising
Spot me a opp, and pray I don't lose him, juice him
Way we did it, was gruesome
Make him swim in blood that he's losing
Scoring, it will never get boring
Floor him, swing my shank and then bore him
Saw him hold his head and start balling
When it's war, I put my all in
Baby, on bored, his name is ninе, we take him on tour
Free BA, he pass mе the 4's
Then I said „love“ and gave him my sword
.38 spin, Blitz let it roar
Drive and shoot, my bro does it all
Shout SY, my partner in crime
We shared our dingers, zombies and lines
Shared our prey, we done it enough times
Hold his ching for acting guy, guy
Chest shot ching, Culprit, bye bye
So no more attempts to ride for his slime, why?
Back your chinger, don't swing, use shooters
Just use the time for your sprint
Think, if the ding-dong got tints and comes your way
Then grip on your ting
Cah we don't play, we come here to murder
Get run down and chinged like C-Murder
Shout lil bro, he got down
With gang, and now he a qualified lurker, earner
On the phone to my worker, constant checks cos he just a learner
Bad man, till you buck a real mad man, grab man
Swing my ching till I'm tired
Smoke man, then see smoke from the tires
If looks could kill, they do
Cah if I see you, your times expired
So you better run and not get tired
Smoke man, then see smoke from the tires
If looks could kill, they do
Cah if I see you, their times expired
So you better run and not get tired
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