The Coldest Link Up 2.0

[Verse 1: Leon (Romano Smith)]
These orders go out to the mandem
Kill Maz and Jay, win London
It's war and the last ones left
Gonna raise the swords in the air like a Viking (Woo)
D2, pricks off like butter
Mans in Jay, they thinkin they [shutter?]
(Remember that day...) Shut up!
Get wet at yo' dumb lil' fucka
When the glide on them, when the glide on them
It's cool, come gettin' these urges (Fuck a prick)
Holdin' the ballies, holdin' the burners
And if you come to the [O?] where the dirt is
End of the line, gonna cause them curtains
So you are on this thing, are you certain?
Your mom got burned and your girl got murdered
Come with the gang on a beef thing
And when you do, gon' back that kitchen
'Cause the loser ends up dead, the winner could end up jailhouse livin'
No teeth, no corn in the ends
I'm pissed [?] my dirty hand to be itchin'
Jay, I hope that you listening
Don't get scared when yo' son goes missing (Bitch)
A man tried singed to the jakes, got runned out
Chefed in the face by Rico
I got gyal outrage, from [?], Gambino, Turkish, Latino
I never runned in my life and he knows
No treadmill gon' be looking like Dino
Kill ten of y'all men on a kill-streak
That's [?] next time is a [?]

[Verse 2: Maz (Adefemzo)]
Can't call me a dog, man, I love them cats
Swing them shanks and swing them packs (Ching)
I don't care what they say about me
If I see that opp, man's getting a whack
If you ever seen [?] bali on my face 'cause I'm moving mad
[?] that's two men dead and an instant bang
That's two men dead and an instant bang
You know my thing, my things don't [?]
Run a boys thing, run a boys, get [?]
No hesitation when I'm with gang
That's two men dead and an instant bang
You know my thing, my things don't [?]
Run a boys thing, run a boys, get [?]
No hesitation when I'm with gang

[Verse 3: Rico]
No one can chat on the gang
Who've they [?], who've they splashed? (Who?)
They got no points on the stats
Them men don't [?] but still chat wass
No hesitation when he's with gang
But he did hesitate when he had these waps
Pull up on the spot, you know that's facts
They chat 'bout chat, but don't get bants (Haha)
Aight, listen, six men, five seats, everyone squishing
In a four-door under opp block whizzing
With 3x2 and the spin takes spinning
On the other side, trynna catch one slipping
We do [?] ringing
Got bitch on both sides [?] kittens
Them men can give no chat, are you kiddin'?

[Verse 4: Jay (Just J)]
Lean on the ride when I'm sober
I would still leaning but I would get man fried
One gunshot to the head or I come out with two ching-chongs in the side
[?] in the hole of the night
And if I see them I get happy inside (Happy)
I don't like lies, badders, man give uck to my big .45
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