Ay, CZR, you did a mazza still

Sebz Beats, baby

Dopesmoke, 67, and PR SAD, Back2Back

Fuck all the dead opps, we smokin' on all of your dead homies

Glee, glee, glee

I lost faith when bro got the G

Then I patterned up quick, like in skengs we trust

The blade really took my man's cuz'

He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump

Punk, if it lands on 6, then you're done

Add another six when we got him, his lung

I ain't beefin' these kids or bums

No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung

Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on itI've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')

Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit

Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)

JMunna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)

He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)

He try run got put on a bonnet

GoFundMe page, let me pay my respects

A white flag couldn't make this end

Silly, I ain't need to go into depth

But I went into depth when I put it in Reckz

No tit for tat, when we do it, it's ten fold

Kid's got nine 'cause he gave a man ten holes

Covered up, we ain't with the chatting on encro

Snap drop, raindrop emoji, let's go

We do drills, them man just talk it

Shit gets awks when we mention the dead

Over 4's in bed

Unlimited Z's, we put him to rest

Trap gave me an inset, won't go in depth

Just gotta show with my index, quick kweff

'Cause second time he passed, first time, he should've been dead

('Cause second time he passed, first time, he should've been dead)

Three in a week, let's keep on ridin'

Where they though? 'Cah man can't find 'em

I watched him swim when I pushed my knife in

Skengs on peds, no need for a hi-vis

Go ask Trident, my batch's real violent

We're actually tryin' but they're not dyin'

Me and my dawg, that's Stewie and Brian

Riding, tryna leave one of them minus

Stainless steel when we're out for the kill

It's real, they're hidin'

You can hear in his voice, he's lyin'

They wanna diss on songs and go out wrong

No wonder they are dying, frightened

Put on your gloves, start slidin'

G got life 'cause he turned him lifeless

And S got S cause he kept on hyping

Don't die like Cheyon

It takes less than a crayon to draw me out

Dinger that whip, lidge place in tints

When we cross the equip, but it's 40, foul

We really do it in style

You see the four pipe range and the .12 gauge, bow

S tried to pinch his nose like a clown

He couldn't hold his breath, neck shots are foul

Just got a brand new Tevez, the brady's jealous, they both play sports

Two waps up, there's loads of swords

Even if I got three, I will still bring my sword

If the blade gets stuck, you better twist with force

'Course, as soon as you start, don't pause

Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn

(Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn)

Creep up and wet him

It's us who's causing tension

Fill up the dings while the ped's unleaded

Who's that? What's that? Jump out, cheff it

Oh yeah, did I mention?

Your bredrin's dead, still pissed that he's restin'

We cheffed Reckless, I think he learned his lesson

Death was the sentence, now he's in heaven

I stabbed him once and I stabbed him twice

Few more times, he would've lost his life

Buck into me with my rambo knife

Only asking once

I don't know about twice

S.O.S, that's Splash On Sight

All of my young boys active

Said they want splash him or air that bine

(Or air that bine)

I lost faith when bro got the G

Then I patterned up quick like, in skengs we trust

The blade really took my man's cuz'

He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump

Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done

Add another six when we got him, his lung

I ain't beefin' these kids or bums

No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung

Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on itI've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin')

Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit

Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now)

Munna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud)

He try run got put on a bonnet (Man lick that)

He try run got put on a bonnet

(Ay, CZR did a mazza, still)

(Sebz Beats, baby)

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