[Intro: E1]
Project X
Anyting grrr
Why did Chicken try cross the road?
Does he not know that we roll with smoke?
Pop up quick, head back, toast
[Verse 1: ZT]
Tell the opps them check my CV (ZT)
You know I’m a chest shot veteran (Wet em up!)
Coke, crack, heroin
You know that my niggas got everything
Eman back that dotz on the Nizz
See a bunch of kids tryna keep it peddling (Don’t run!)
AP nemesis, chestshot specialist
Farm or Lane I’m wettin’ ‘em
Crash that corn like Anonymous A (Crash that)
You know that the gang’s too ruthless
Slap that wap till it’s toothless
Say you chill with them get executed (Dead up)
And “I only chill with them”
Is one of the worst excuses
AFG thats stabbings and shootings
B Road, done a successful booting (Bow)
If I listen to the voice in my head
Every day someone else would be dead
You know that it’s blood man sheds
Stab for the kill with murder intent
You don’t wanna get your grown ass drenched
Forensic suits in and out white tents
And since we crash corn at them
It’s tit for tat, this shit’s intense
We-wet him like Assassins Creed
I flee from the scene
I don’t watch man bleed (Wet him up)
Jump out on an IC3
But most man run when I see one (Don’t run)
I’m running from IC1s
That’s boys in blue tryna lock man up
On the farm block with this loaded gun
Suffocate the trigger and get man bun (Bow)
Heard there were Jakes in the A
But I’m searching with gang tryna catch me a K
Dijon tried pedal away
So we took him to the Island Village Estate (Dickhead)
Opps wann’ talk on my name
But when I do camp they’re not tryna stay
Dick that down she’s screaming my name
You’re lipsing her, tryna call her bae (Err)
My browning from Tottenham’s cool
My lighty from the 3rds is too much stress
But shout-out my prestige one from the 9
She’ll hold it down to the end (That's right)
And I bored R1 in his back
Mickz done bored PLoose in his chest
And we used to be cool with them
Now they give verbal on internet (Patties)
Should have been billing up lines
Back then trapping off next man’s lines
But man can’t draw me out
That’s a bag a week and I’m on my grind
Possession with intent to supply
But it wasn’t on a county line
Looked out the window, saw twenty feds
And I couldn’t believe my eyes, like (What the fuck?)
Are you taking the piss?
I didn’t even bank one spliff
Had two and a blue in front of me
And man had to flush that shit
Looking at Rellz and WhyS
Like, someone take the wrap for this (I beg)
On my life that didn’t change shit
Man seen Prince on induction wing
Project X
Anyting grrr
Why did Chicken try cross the road?
Does he not know that we roll with smoke?
Pop up quick, head back, toast
[Verse 1: ZT]
Tell the opps them check my CV (ZT)
You know I’m a chest shot veteran (Wet em up!)
Coke, crack, heroin
You know that my niggas got everything
Eman back that dotz on the Nizz
See a bunch of kids tryna keep it peddling (Don’t run!)
AP nemesis, chestshot specialist
Farm or Lane I’m wettin’ ‘em
Crash that corn like Anonymous A (Crash that)
You know that the gang’s too ruthless
Slap that wap till it’s toothless
Say you chill with them get executed (Dead up)
And “I only chill with them”
Is one of the worst excuses
AFG thats stabbings and shootings
B Road, done a successful booting (Bow)
If I listen to the voice in my head
Every day someone else would be dead
You know that it’s blood man sheds
Stab for the kill with murder intent
You don’t wanna get your grown ass drenched
Forensic suits in and out white tents
And since we crash corn at them
It’s tit for tat, this shit’s intense
We-wet him like Assassins Creed
I flee from the scene
I don’t watch man bleed (Wet him up)
Jump out on an IC3
But most man run when I see one (Don’t run)
I’m running from IC1s
That’s boys in blue tryna lock man up
On the farm block with this loaded gun
Suffocate the trigger and get man bun (Bow)
Heard there were Jakes in the A
But I’m searching with gang tryna catch me a K
Dijon tried pedal away
So we took him to the Island Village Estate (Dickhead)
Opps wann’ talk on my name
But when I do camp they’re not tryna stay
Dick that down she’s screaming my name
You’re lipsing her, tryna call her bae (Err)
My browning from Tottenham’s cool
My lighty from the 3rds is too much stress
But shout-out my prestige one from the 9
She’ll hold it down to the end (That's right)
And I bored R1 in his back
Mickz done bored PLoose in his chest
And we used to be cool with them
Now they give verbal on internet (Patties)
Should have been billing up lines
Back then trapping off next man’s lines
But man can’t draw me out
That’s a bag a week and I’m on my grind
Possession with intent to supply
But it wasn’t on a county line
Looked out the window, saw twenty feds
And I couldn’t believe my eyes, like (What the fuck?)
Are you taking the piss?
I didn’t even bank one spliff
Had two and a blue in front of me
And man had to flush that shit
Looking at Rellz and WhyS
Like, someone take the wrap for this (I beg)
On my life that didn’t change shit
Man seen Prince on induction wing
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