Soak Your Throat Block 6 (Ft. Lucii, Tbunny & Young A6)

[Intro: Lucii]
(I love Chris Rich)
(I love Chris Rich)
Ay, ay, ay
I'm a hothe-

[Chorus: Lucii]
I'm a hothead when I'm on this ped
I'm riding to leave man ghost
I've never been bucked live-O
But I still never run cos I'm way too slow
I'm a big belly Turk in the field
I'll grip on my steel and soak your throat
I move so many shanks on road
How could this blicky ever go broke?
I don't think you know
65 yanks for a kilo of crow
Big boy blades and menthol smoke
Clip full of mints to send out a blow
Shut down parties, we don't dance
If we're at a motive, we aim for the hoes
We shut down functions
And rip through coats (Ying)

[Verse 2: YA]
I'm filling the air with smoke
But I'm not getting this smoke from Roach
Catch man slipping then give him a poke
Then pray to the devil when I go home
Cruise slowly and watch them go
Back out my spinner and watch them blow
I'm psychotic, I need me a soul
So when we glide, no, we don't take phones
They say I'm tapped in the head
Young A6 got zero meds
They ride out, tryna leave us man red
We're riding, tryna leave them man dead
Shout Lucii when I need me a chetes
Or shout Ghostface when I need me a skeng
Cats shout me when they fiend for leng
I'm stuck in the T with Bob and Ben
Block 6 gang, that's violent men
But in the station, we're silent men
Fuck all the opps, put knives in them
I don't even know who's hyping them
They wanted beef so we're frying them
Waps and shanks, we're not fighting them
Up that stick, make them lie in benz
That's crying mums and crying friends