Lucizz

[Intro]
Come to the ends, I'll show you how a dungeon looks
Yeah
Hargo Productions
[?] on my fit wasn't average, hang on the block with the matic
C-muhfucking-S
Can't tell you who they crashed on, I can tell you who they dashed from
Gang
CS and Krept, that's Southside, hundred percent

[Verse 1: Krept]
What you talking 'bout? Shh
The name holds weight, get my dargs in the club with the woof
Thought he was bad 'till I came with the tugs and the crooks
Come to the ends, I'll show you how a dungeon looks
Shouts CS, we got mutual violent buddies
Went on rides with Nutty, suttin' nearly got fried and mummied
Victim, send more texts to the guys when it wigs him
Cover your head in rice, man dissed him
But your friends won't ride, they're snitching
Now the feds got my guys and nicked him
Free madman Femz, don't cross him, when it's beef he's all in
You know how many man he shanked while laughing, ha ha
Bros dem jumped in the tractor
Pull up, bang, skrr, skrr
Man put niggas on jumper
Rest in piss, blessed and rich
Get money, stop texting chicks
Can't tell you who they crashed on, I can tell you who they dashed from
Sold out Alexandra Palace, you do the maths on that one
You do the maths on platinum, you do the maths, you do the maths, pussy

[Chorus: CS]
Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz
I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move
Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips
I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up
Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz
I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move
Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips
I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

[Verse 2: CS]
Bad bitch said she wanna fuck, come to me in Italian drop
I don't want love, I just want nook, jeet and skeet, fuck a meet and greet
OG said he can see the jeet in I, meaning that he can see the jeet in me
Top Moschino, jeans Dsquared² and my creps D&G
Savage, [?] my flow wasn't average, hang on the block with the matic
Ishh in the bag, don't look in it, bae, just move the package
Move it, move it, move it, move it
CS a G man, you want me to prove it? Hammer on me and I'm finna shoot it
Hang on the block with the booters, I'm fed up of niggas and rumours
Liars, claim that they real but to me them niggas vaginas
God loves a trier, so I keep on trying, you just a liar, so you keep on lying
Duck from the sirens, come across violent, I keep a gun in the Pyrex
CS and Krept, that's Southside, hundred percent
If life's a bitch I'll suck on her breast, my guns a whore, I come with the sket
You ain't a G so fuck your respect, it's a shame that don was a vet
Hit his belly, neck, chest, urgh, now I got blood on my creps

[Chorus: CS]
Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz
I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move
Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips
I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up
Gunshots, move quick, buck me, fuck that Lucizz
I'm from the block where we shoot shit, if I tell you move, better move bitch, move
Young nigga, one day, two licks, think there's cops in the rear in the blue whips
I'm paro as fuck, no gun, knife, I'm stabbing him up

[Outro]
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