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[Intro]
Hilzz made this
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[Intro: Sixty, Broadday, Workrate & AbzSav]
I was beefing adults when I was a child
Should've been practicing Deen, but I was in Cumbo, spraying machines
6Gang every opp block dislikes
'Cah we grip knives, ten plus when we dip guys
Loving the way she shaking her back

[Verse 1: Sixty]
I was beefing adults when I was a child
Send out a text, like I'm back in town
Don't scream, don't shout if I back this out
He's swimming in blood, like I hope he drowns
(I heard that a opp got–) I heard that a opp got knifed up
I don't wanna see a M like Sneijder
Whip that grub, straight drop with biker
I trap on Vodafone, not Lyca
In the trap tryna see me an M 'fore I catch me an M and fly out the country
Propose on the opp block, get on one knee and I'll bang this pumpy

[Verse 2: Broadday]
Should'vе been practicing Deen, but I was in Cumbo, spraying machines
Minds got mad from the shit that I've seen
Numеrous ride, SWavey's keen
With Sus, SY, don't slip or get duppied
Twelve in the auto, two in the brucky
Jammed on Buldgy, he got lucky
Won't mix up, how sorry mummy
Six in the spin, ducking the feds, Blitz is driving
Draw me out, I'll glide on license
Free smoke, slapped at everyone diving
V1 held nine, I gave him six, Sus gave him the rest
.38 bells will rip through your chest
What opp block are we taping next?
GSqueeze lacked and he got cheffed
And I swear TBoy just got kwenged (Bow)
And I swear TBoy just got kwenged (Bow)

[Verse 3: Workrate]
6Gang every opp block dislikes
'Cah we grip knives, ten plus when we dip guys
Four rambos and we broke that big nine
No flick knives, never came for a fist fight
Catting for a spliff, I need me a three-five
You know murder’s my incline
But we need more fettys with trap queens, if there's a wap on sale don't decline
My rambo been ripping through LV
I'll step with smoke, get bun in your Levi's
That's bro, but he ain't involved
So why the fuck Drill keep rapping 'bout Levi?
Been with the same guys from early
From when it was WF and EM
Back then, could've caught me a birdie
Me and JSav, how many got drenched?
Pressuring that side, I'm pressuring that side
Back then never heard 'bout 10
They rap 'bout drills that are nuttin' to do with, me and gangdem really violent men
All of us known for rambos leakin' and me and my dargs are firing skengs
All of us known for rambos leakin' and me and my dargs are firing skengs

[Verse 4: AbzSav]
Loving the way she shaking her back (Eurgh)
I heard that this game is tit for tat (Bam)
But Twin got bored times two, it's mad
STFU, about "I'll bore up a dad" (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
You ain't never seen the blood on your nank
I'm talking it facts, I'm all-out attack (All out)
On my mum's life Zack should have been packed (Zoobie)
Should have been in my zoot
For the views they lie, like please tell the truth (Don't lie)
I'm with Whiteboy, tell them split these yutes
I'm with Tommy tryna turn man ghost (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Spot him, rip it, lead him, fill it (Grrr, bow)
Bad B wan' flex with me
Now my dip's in the bag, no KFC (It is)
Big gunners on deck, no AFC
Opp block settings, that's me and Sixty
Started the ride in the empty 2, then I found myself lurking in the 3
We do these drills, come back and repeat (We do)
Kept it real, kept it drill
Fell in love with the stainless steel
Two got slapped on the mains, it's real (Two)
If only he knew how the mandem feel
If only he knew how the mandem feel

[Verse 5: Suspect]
Can't ask him how the chest shot feels
Remembered that day and it gives me chills (Mazza)
Remembered that day and I laugh and bill
Do it again, 'cah I love that feel (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Them guys well known for the verses
AGB been known for the drills (AG)
Let alone what I done myself
How much blood have the mandem spilled? (Gang)
He got done like kebab, it went through his chest and come out his back (Gang)
SY's sav', he's not Al-Shabaab, but bro's still tryna put kuffs in packs
Hadn't been praying Salah, but I was in a car with a big .44 on my lap (Bow, bow)
Fourteen times when Lebz got splashed, I've never see a fuck boy scream like that (Pussy)
And I ain't tryna hear none
How many opps got chinged and bun? (Bow)
BA traps, he don't do fraud
But it was broad-day when Deetz got done (That's gang, that's gang)
It was at night when Culps got packed
They still want the suspect for that one
And you can't get C Murda back
I’m grinding that, tryna fill my blunt
(Them man know how to–) Them man know how to flex and stunt
But I swear Gucci just turned runtz
Ain't tryna say they ain't got waps
But trust me, they don't use their guns
We got packs in the 1, 6, 5, but shout out bro from the 156 (That's bro, that's bro)
Made man drown and made man swim, but you wouldn't know what the difference is

[Outro]
Hilzz made this
Mirica