Free The Guys

[Intro: PS Hitsquad, Kwengface, Trizzac, D Skeng & Karma]
{PS Hitsquad & Kwengface}
Yeah, (Graah)
Pants saggin', black flaggin’
P's up 'til I freeze up
Zone shit, no hoe shit (Braap)
Oh shit

{Trizzac & Kwengface}
Room for the violent thugs, come on
Some PB shit, you know
Gang shit
Black flaggin’
Yeah, pop the chain

{D Skeng, Trizzac & Karma}
Free the fucking mandem
We the gang, all the guys
Oi

{Trizzac & Kwengface}
Free the guys
Free DSQ
Ay, anywhere, anywhere, live'o on the mains (Graah, baap)

[Verse 1: D Skeng]
How them man still doin' this net ting?
When they ain't got back for their bredrin
Pushbike trips with the stick in my pocket
You know I got the maddest intentions
Caught a yute in [?] and I crashеd off the mash
Yeah, I really try slap off his mеlon
Anyone that we're catchin', we're switchin' them off, if you ain’t with that you ain’t steppin'
Bro try ask me if I’m ridin', I shook my head, is that even a question?
Me and Kweng step out, two waps, two wetters, corn man, doin' injectin'
Both hands on when I pressed that .9, bro said he wants to up that crime rate again and it’s like he just read my mind

[Verse 2: Kwengface]
Hop out- hop out the ride, man wap it, spent six racks on an automatic
This new shape coupe is an automatic, fly out the ride and crash it (Di-di-dip, dip)
I'm wavin' my stick like Potter but nah my slime, I ain't doin' up magic (Nah)
Pull up- pull up, hop out, bang it, between me and Max that's life if I slap it (BMT)
Free Trizz, I can't even lie, that's team, no lackin' (Free the guys)
RM put his whole ramz in your hat (Splash)
Yo, cattin' to ruin your fashion (Splash, splash)
Hella cops are cookies (Ugh), I ran up in all them rooms (Finesse)
SK, black on black, pop that smoke, I'm tryna shake the room

[Verse 3: Trizzac]
(Trizzla) Like Mixtape, you know it's a madness whenever me and the opp boys link up (It's peak)
I'm with my GRM, daily, tryna get dem man twist up
Trizzla you know me, g, I love mix-ups, this wap holds more teeth than mixups
At fifteen I was doing dem stickups, splashed his abs, he ain't gotta do sit-ups
Pissed up, anytime I hit that, walk to your block, man know didn't come here to rock
I got this loaded Luger in a sock, itchin', itchin' to let that pop (Bow, bow)
Spin 'em, miss 'em, we left 'em cops (We're gone)
Kitchin' twist in and out them tops (Ching)
Miss 'em, wishin' they opened locks
Kickin', trippin', I hope they drop

[Verse 4: Snoop]
Hella man got shit tangled, to the shop got the wap and my sandals
Goin' over dem sides, it ain't no parkin', I do drive-bys like someone got cancelled
Lean out the window, whole ting empty, I live in their head rent free
Word on the curb that they hate me, probably, I've shot up and bored up plenty
A lot of man talk on my name and a lot of it soundin' the same
Heard that they're plottin', I walk with it live, if somebody comes then we gone back tonight
Could be gone by the time that they think, move like Bond, I'm more like Wick
I'm in the dinger and I need me some tints, 'cah with this stick, I'm a dog in my whip

[Verse 5: Karma]
I'm from the place where your mum said, "don't go", Zone (Haha), it's a no go (Ay)
Boy you best listen to Auntie, you might leave here with your head-back solo
Thought there was an opp block, but oh no, I'm in a ghost town like Felipe Lobos (Dickheads)
Ugh, groggy, opps get sent to the Gulag, pissed 'cah they can't step back in the lobby
My side backstrap yutes for hobbies, swing dem sticks, score like hockey
Bro's in the field like Monopoly, smooth criminal, he weren't doing it properly
Always hear that I'm out of life with my rhymes, so why ain't nobody fixin' anomalies?

[Verse 6: PS]
Look (Hitsquad baby), I feel like a rockstar (Baap), two sticks (Yeah), henny and lobster, me I get too lit (Yeah)
Stupid, we really do this, how many shavings? How many shootings? (How many?)
Did it in Russia, I'm Vladimir Putin (Oh shit), bro just gave me the smokey
Okey dokey, he wants me to twos him, I just tried put him in blue slim
Four man in the 2.2, two man in the front, two man in the backseat
If he gets spot like acne, stretch out my arm like I ordered a taxi
Charged like battery, why talk wassy? (Yeah) TLC it was me in the passy
I just hang out the side of my best friends ride and ping 'til the ting turns sassy

[Verse 7: DSqueezo]
Where do I start, GB got shot from the car it's peak, sent him hell
My fresh home party, we're doin' up ****'s Street
We ain't playin' no games, your boy got brave
Then he got blazed and he met his grave
Attempted K's, we caught fat packs like **** and we left it ****
My ramzy tear through flesh, if I slap this handy boy your dead
**** ain't no shooter, he's a dickhead, he shot a whiteboy in the leg
These niggas are clowns, they do it for clout
I hop out the car and I'm chingin' it down
Saw me an opp, spin it around, aim for his hat, pingin' it now