BABA YAGA (Ft, TzGwala, YA Goddy)

(Intro)

1... 2, Luc is coming for you
3... 4, My opps are poor
5... 6 I roll with my stick
7... 8...

Verse 1 (Lucii)

Skid over there, skur-ruru
I'm on fuckery and they know it
Bang that brown in that dudu-du then skid down, im blowing
Had me a ZK, before ZK were trending and they know it
Had them a chance to get down Lucii, That's never cause im loaded
Waved in the motive, Yakk on my breath, I'm lit with my stainless steel
I've been lit, cause my opps get killed while I'm in up in a restaurant
Rack on a bill
All my opps in hostels, benefit boys, Got no racks for toys
I don't know about empty pockets, Them man do, they're brass and moist
I roll with a shank that'll leave man cursed, worse
Leave man dead in a hearse
Nerd, somebody get him a nurse
Rambo big and it rips up shirts
I itch it in, make sure that it hurts, squirts
Leave blood up on a curb
Splash, Lucii's brain's disturbed
(Splash x3)

Verse 2 (TzGwala)

Fuck around, find out, and you will get hurt, cuh wet is my favorite verb
Trust me Luc, why A gloved up up in a ride, not one of us saying a word
Paygan blunt, we passing around, guess who's that? pac we bumed in a herb
Ain't gonna hear, stop running when we pull up just gonna hit shots disperse
Block six ain't got no demons, just zombies got a dead man walking
Mask on, mask off, leave out as a clown, so robbed, this is fucking appalling
Real talk, man really hate catford CGO, All for the links like noble
Wagwan for the Milford, new place, black ops, three crawlers just spawned in
But i got me a ZK and a sawed off, i'm calling
Blockers them shook to be on their strip, Only shoot them vids in the morning
And their broke as fuck, Can't tell me they're active
Then coulda kissed them pooling
Caution, caution, it's a warning, tip toe up to the window boring

Verse 3 (YA Goddy)

Crept up quick on the prick and floored him, no warning when the mandems touring
Outside, too hot, its scorching
Still gon' bang of the ting, it's roaring
Scream "Fuck the Hills" but they boring, dumps his baby mother still whoring
Ross on L, I think that he's haunting
Blast them shells, I think it's important
NRSB, it's a link up, Don't get chefed up, tryna do drink ups
Aim for the chest up, now you can't think blud
Gas for all of the bars, I'll think cut
Ey mandem, lemme just build one
Which opp pack can't lie, it's a mixture
Unclip that shiv and put him to sleep, All cut through six in a picture
KP said calm down G, just rap, yeah i wanna do that but they're getting me mad
Ey hold on, who's that, tryna get cabs
Swing that turn black youth into kebab
Go chat to your boy S crash last time, Now bucked him, lil' man dashed
Now all the opps want to take him in , when I place his skin, you're gonna be sad

Verse 4 (Lucii)
When I rip into man, I firm up my hand, And I lose my self-control
If the shank that I'm using bends, I'll hammer his head with that handle or hold
I ain't got composure, psycho loner, I push my buttons, I step on my own
When I ride, I ride over shank that's cursed and hungry, i'm looking for souls
I ain't got no soul, got sold for the life I wanted, I got now bro
If a man want take my career, come buck me, come and take that shit from me, no
My zombies itching to send one of them downhill, consume their souls
They say I go way too far, what the fuck you expect I sold my soul
I do up a ritz whenever I'm guilty, Blood on my hands is filthy
If you don't like me, don't say that shit on a song, Come fucking kill me
Ey stop the chatting, Come on, buck me, And see wagwan

Verse 5 (TzGwala)

Brand new, wood handle machete, silent youth, im violent, through and dash man down, little boy don't tempt me
Ripped his flesh, it could get real messy
Rinse off that ting till it's empty, Hold these fleace, I'm popped and banging, hop out, 4 by 4, im standing outside live in a field, i'm packing
Talking my shit, then I'll stab them sixes down, And K's on L's, I'm anti-heath
These man can't be fast, don't freeze up if we catch you lacking
Moving like a bitch, I'll smack him left and right, Then wet man down, if rolls on you
I'm plotting to this, thought he knew he could do a crashing
In a four times six, minus one, trying to minus one with a splashing
If we cross that bridge, that's hiding and seek
And getting rubbed out, no bashing
Don't skeet, just hold this slashing, Make man scream, it's like Janet Jackson
Big Shaq, mask on like Jason, Tapped like tryna dice man down, that's fractions

Verse 6 (TzGwala)

Freeze up like hands in the air get hit, like Rick, if I let that fleering cap
A grip on my shank and circle, drip or slip, get done in the square
Hold on, who's that right there? Creep up, damn right G
Life ain't fair if God's watching, little man best pray, That I don't see a blackie stare
Who's that I ain't fighting? Nothing
Test the waters, see if I'm bluffing, If you look in the air and pigs can fly
It's probably cause white ain't scuffing
Aim for the kneecaps, you're buzzing
Six shots, pinch, and they hit, man's muffin'
I bet they're still friends till now but I caught T.Y. and his friend was cutting
Big Levi, pats to the face
I'm tweaking, I think it's laced
They joined my old batch for fame
Look what took place, now we got some strains
Plus my man let me not mention, he weren't involved but we had some tension
All the Lewish from Ops are boring
Shout TZ like, can we go blendin'?

Fix the words that are wrong please, i'm not native english speaker and have never been in the UK ever in my life. I tried my best