Serious Splashers 2.0 Sin Squad (SS) (Ft. GP (Sin Squad), KayyKayy & Uncs (Sin Squad))
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[Intro]
Ghosty
[Verse 1: Uncs]
I'm in West End and this bad one's catting (Yo, B)
I'd rather be with Rambo spazzing
If gang catch him, that's R.I.P with the saddest captions
It's like these yutes jumped on road for fashion, fashion
My knife work do up your fabric (Ching, ching)
Shoot your chest like a beat, no adlib man just stab it (Ching, ching)
My lil' bros got caught for the mad ting, sad ting
Now they're all stuck on the landing (Free him)
Opps can't chill at Aves, 'cause the way Lampz got got was tragic (Tragic)
My bro done drills, no capping
Itching to slap it, he does it like SlapIt (SlapIt)
Yeah, my bro's too erratic
Shit's dramatic, them man love capping (Love talking)
They need some reaction, 'cah they got two M's on their block, nuttin' like Mixtape Madness
Ching man down, red tape, he's cabbaged (Ching, ching)
Bells from the dots, can't hack it
Shout-out Jigga, real life driller, my bro does slappings (Jigga)
Jump out ching man or slap it, I ain't with all of them chattings
***** got caught couldn't hack it (Ching)
***** got caught couldn't hack it (Ching)
Ridzy ran, lil' faggot (Nyoom)
These opps be getting me pissed
Lamppost's in my spliff, big pull, take a drag in
Sin Squad pull up at random (Whoosh)
Spill mans juice like Magnum
Them man there love talking
When they talk bout dirt they done on the Lane, the conversation gets all awkward
Rev that ped to the max and make man feel pain
My young boys too OJ, two got done in a day
Ghosty
[Verse 1: Uncs]
I'm in West End and this bad one's catting (Yo, B)
I'd rather be with Rambo spazzing
If gang catch him, that's R.I.P with the saddest captions
It's like these yutes jumped on road for fashion, fashion
My knife work do up your fabric (Ching, ching)
Shoot your chest like a beat, no adlib man just stab it (Ching, ching)
My lil' bros got caught for the mad ting, sad ting
Now they're all stuck on the landing (Free him)
Opps can't chill at Aves, 'cause the way Lampz got got was tragic (Tragic)
My bro done drills, no capping
Itching to slap it, he does it like SlapIt (SlapIt)
Yeah, my bro's too erratic
Shit's dramatic, them man love capping (Love talking)
They need some reaction, 'cah they got two M's on their block, nuttin' like Mixtape Madness
Ching man down, red tape, he's cabbaged (Ching, ching)
Bells from the dots, can't hack it
Shout-out Jigga, real life driller, my bro does slappings (Jigga)
Jump out ching man or slap it, I ain't with all of them chattings
***** got caught couldn't hack it (Ching)
***** got caught couldn't hack it (Ching)
Ridzy ran, lil' faggot (Nyoom)
These opps be getting me pissed
Lamppost's in my spliff, big pull, take a drag in
Sin Squad pull up at random (Whoosh)
Spill mans juice like Magnum
Them man there love talking
When they talk bout dirt they done on the Lane, the conversation gets all awkward
Rev that ped to the max and make man feel pain
My young boys too OJ, two got done in a day
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