Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Kwengface & Skully (Zone 2) & Trizzac
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Narsty & Trizzac
Trizzac
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & LR (Zone 2) & Skully (Zone 2) & Kwengface
Zone 2
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad
Zone 2 & Trizzac & Kwengface & Skully (Zone 2) & PS Hitsquad
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & & Trizzac & Kwengface
Zone 2 & Skully (Zone 2)
Zone 2 & Snoop (Zone 2) & Kwengface & Skully (Zone 2)
Zone 2 & & Narsty
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Kwengface & Trizzac
Zone 2 & Mad Max (Hit Squad) & LR (Zone 2)
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Narsty & Trizzac
Zone 2 & Trizzac & Narsty & Karma (Zone 2)
Zone 2 & Kwengface
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Narsty
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Savage Dsqueezo
Zone 2 & Kwengface & Karma (Zone 2) & SL
Zone 2 & Snoop (Zone 2) & PS Hitsquad & Kwengface
Zone 2 & PS Hitsquad & Kwengface
[Verse 1: Trizzac]
Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy (Yeah)
Big 44s with no safety
Been movin' skitz real lately (Mad)
He has moves like he's got rabies
Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
Dip him till my wrist has gone lazy (ching, ching)
If it's not bagel then it's tasty (Truss)
You already got dipped by Katie's
Yeah we crazy and we mad (Eergh)
I want guns from Baghdad (Bow)
We're gonna drop amms I'm glad
If it ain't us then who's bad? (Who?)
It gets bloody like a girl's pad
How many dippers had man had? ('Nuff)
How many cases had gone Jake's add? ('Nuff)
Get him and his comrade
Tell the Kwengface "get the mop" but he already dropped that juice (Brap, brap)
Bang at his head, hole three blood, touches the wall and the roof (Brap, brap)
I never talk lies on the tracks, tell me when have I lied in the booth
Your toss scored the game, but I don't rate cuz that nigga never tell the truth (How could I)
I don't give a toss, ching him up, let him see my pom poms
Bare back it no condoms
Get his chest like the long johns
Pecknarm where I come from
I want all I don't want some (Nah)
Push shanks through cotton's
Fuck rans I'll serve you bon-bons
[Verse 2: Skully]
See me on the block just chillin'
Done a couple backflips then fleeked up my tings that's loads of women (Bitches)
On the backroad doin up lurks, see opps and you that's loads of chinging (Ching)
Bad bitch wants this piece it yard then you know that's loads of inches (Ha)
Put it in her stomach then skeet (Skrrt)
They know that were known for the dip-dip-ching-ching so we can't perform on the streets (Fuck)
Tell bro gone do that boom-boom-corgh-corgh then we go wipe down the heat (Bow)
She's telling me different, no face no case, different name when I dipped it, so she can't chat this instant
Like, see this wrist rotating (whip whip)
See this rocks just breaking
See the boom-bow with the boom-bow on the corner, have your soul taken (Brap, brap)
'Cause I got the packs (I got the packs)
'Cause I got the Bs (I got the b)
'Cause I'm in the bando, call it disando, writies on me
Pull up and swerve it (Skrrt)
Bullets disbursting (Bow)
Like I'm a real banger, you're just a internet virgin (Washed)
Like I'm a real slanger, I hit the trap and burst it (Trap)
I don't fuck with no cracker, I just pull it and burn it
[Verse 3: Narsty]
(Narsty)
Ching, chang, chong (Ching)
With the conscience on my shoulder in dispute, tryna see what's what
See Satan's telling me yes, but the angels telling me stop
See I though I was locked in a dream
And then I woke up with my hands on a dots
Like how you later get like that, like 2-2 shit when I step out
Like how you tryna step like that, like 2 shots from the boom-bow
Boom-boom-bow hit his head right back (Brap)
Like man I get you set like that (Brap)
Like you know that the sets like that (Ching)
That's neck, eyes, check, head, chest, chest and back (Ching)
Got the light and the dark, no racist
I got two tings up on my couch, both of them light, both of them naked (Ay)
Like gyally on me like my rammy on me, see my ex-ting hates it (Ay)
Got my ends like we move packs on the wrist over high, so might go rated (Woo)
Bro came with the woosh, get smoked like kush
Bro, I hope you don't miss (Brap)
Bro said there's opps about so let's slide round on a brap brap ting (Brap)
I want packs on packs and cling, tens and twenties, three for pinks (Brr)
I got packs on packs and clings, three for twenty, three for pink
[Verse 4: PS]
(P)
Like, deport man like Theresa May
Man get cheffed quick, I ain't on wrestling, this ain't no TNA (Ching, ching)
Pull up, hello, man turn Jello, shook when they see my face (Shook)
Hop out to see them race
Pull up, hop out your G get shaved (Eergh, eergh)
If not that then your G get blazed (Bow)
Got bread and burners, no toaster
Shoot and score, Ademola
Trap fit, I want dough like I'm Homer (Truss me)
Smoke that dope, I ain't sober
Stoner, bang my tunes on that sofa (Eergh)
Do road; SN1 folder
Hold up think you're cold but I'm colder
Older, give no fucks you get soaked up (Get drenched)
Niggas know I'm a soldier (Oh shit)
Skududu dududu, I do up road in that motor (Skududu dududu)
Bro bro got dark and light in hard, yeah
Bro got rock like a rainbow (Rainbow)
Got green and locks we got Yoda
Brown and biggest bum we got closer (Peng)
Biggest back I'm like Yola (Peng)
Gyally on me, what's next?
Chick on me like my kitch on me
Yeah, Gyally on me want sex (Friggy)
She see the Ps we mash, she ask but gyally won't see one pence (Lowe it)
Hop out the scenes, all ments
It's Brexit get out Theresa's ends or hop out your G get drenched (Oh shit)
Trash was written by PS Hitsquad & Kwengface & Skully (Zone 2) & Trizzac.