[Intro]
Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?
R.I.P, I mean laugh out loud
Huh, yo Culprit, bye-bye
Silly boy try play Knock Down Ginger when he shoulda called up 999
Man got packed and splashed by the 1 side
Another got splashed and died in the 5
I was locked up 2018 'til late '19
I laughed when CeeMizz died
[Verse 1]
Should've been practicing Deen
But I was in QC, spraying machines
Hella violence, man done mileage
I've seen more action than Charlie Sheen
Man can't tell me or gang 'bout aim
Cock back, that's both eyes locked on a paigon
Seven bandits or A's, that's countless times that wе taped estates
2Smokеyy, I still get pokey, left my stainless steel with stains
My knife work cray, I push, dig and twist
It's a stick if you see me wave
Turned countless peaceful nights to a storm
I think I'm blessed with the wicked man aim
How many blocks did we turn to a seaside? Countless shells on the paigon pave
My solicitor's telling me "Lay low, you're looking at ten plus years in jail“
Broadday's riding out on license
Now I'm in the whip riding out on bail
Gunpowdered the aroma, she loves how the gunman smell
Still need a petrol bath and a sauna
Gun residue, I gotta cut my nails
Me, Alert and Haze one harder, fuck the drama, we all shave like barbers
Triplets like triple S, spill blood, now we're bro' from different mamas
Get back we're the Get Back Gang
We circle around and around like karma
Gotta love doing up gang-gang, cah we bang-bang, and we don't say nada
Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?
R.I.P, I mean laugh out loud
Huh, yo Culprit, bye-bye
Silly boy try play Knock Down Ginger when he shoulda called up 999
Man got packed and splashed by the 1 side
Another got splashed and died in the 5
I was locked up 2018 'til late '19
I laughed when CeeMizz died
[Verse 1]
Should've been practicing Deen
But I was in QC, spraying machines
Hella violence, man done mileage
I've seen more action than Charlie Sheen
Man can't tell me or gang 'bout aim
Cock back, that's both eyes locked on a paigon
Seven bandits or A's, that's countless times that wе taped estates
2Smokеyy, I still get pokey, left my stainless steel with stains
My knife work cray, I push, dig and twist
It's a stick if you see me wave
Turned countless peaceful nights to a storm
I think I'm blessed with the wicked man aim
How many blocks did we turn to a seaside? Countless shells on the paigon pave
My solicitor's telling me "Lay low, you're looking at ten plus years in jail“
Broadday's riding out on license
Now I'm in the whip riding out on bail
Gunpowdered the aroma, she loves how the gunman smell
Still need a petrol bath and a sauna
Gun residue, I gotta cut my nails
Me, Alert and Haze one harder, fuck the drama, we all shave like barbers
Triplets like triple S, spill blood, now we're bro' from different mamas
Get back we're the Get Back Gang
We circle around and around like karma
Gotta love doing up gang-gang, cah we bang-bang, and we don't say nada
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