Machines

(FRE3) (FRE3) (R14) I mean let's be honest Some of the lyrics Some of the words in drill music are pretty horrific, aren't they? You know, I put Rambo blades in chests, "Take That Risk" by CB It's not good, is it? Who's-who's-who's talkin' what? Anywhere goes they know I ain't into this talkin' stuff We called his bluff Fuck with the Gs, I'll squeeze nonstop 'til this corn is done They lie on tracks Talk 'bout I dropped my crisps, these lies gonna get you bun I-I-I'll corn his mum They ain't really on what I'm on, so stop with this talkin' tough Really-really a savage, the life that I spit, I live Trust-trust, man, I ain't just rappin' Really do crashing's, yеah, we had Newham on ropes That-that was main gang on madnеss Really on badness, way before I gripped that pole Trust-trust I was doin' up stabbings, my knifework ments Nigga if you slip Get drenched, go ask the opps what happened Got beef with cowards on roads, them man run and hide 'Til them man hide in showers, they ain't on piss Yeah-yeah, I already said that shit Don't compare me to none of these rappers Really on volts I-I-I ain't gotta talk They know, really-really tryna take their souls Really tryna get man down Really tryna turn them loud, G packs got 'nuff to go 'round ('round) If-if-if you fuck with the set, get drenched If you fuck with the gang, get packed My aim is still intact, I've done- Bootings and- whacked Yeah-yeah-yeah we're the kings of shellings Yeah, we're the kings of the 7th When I get 'round there it's a murder, I ain't tryna hear no attempted Broad-broad-broad-broad day, I was hoppin' out them cabbies The .38 spin is what makes me happy Get-get 'round—, get-get-get-get— Get-get 'round there jump out of the ride and bang that mash What they know 'bout machines? This baby .9 kinda makes me happy If I jump out the ride, get slappy I gotta hit one before they all dasheen (bap, bap, bap) I'm on doin' it skatty (woo) We beef these neeks that leave their friends The driver ducks, so we touch the passy And-and-and couple man would've been dead Shit then, well, l gotta smoke this Ammi Man, it's always us man, it couldn't be them (ya' mad) Go-go ride for your friend (Go ride) Ever since I knew about them feature fees I been around too much skengs (bu-bush) Waps get slapped, yutes get packed Can't-can't-can't lie man, my life is a mess (oh know) I-I-I-I ain't really got no friends, it's SK Smith'n and a Wess' (I'm lonely) Air-air-air what? But I love it (I love it no more) Still-still-still tryna do it in public (bap) Sh-sh-shorty wanna do it in public Bare back takin' the risk, but fuck it (ayy, come here) Just got me the drop on a opp Got-got 'round there in four minutes (Where they at?) Me-me on my ones at Bagel Had them boy there missin' (nyuum) Swing my arms with action, shootin' my shot One eye, like I'm Plankton (Woo) One more pack, that's a hattrick Me and my shan got a fatal attraction (di-di-dip) On the opp blocks doin' backflips Me and G Squeeze got matchin' mashes Man-man-man's been down for the action Them boy there just down for the chattin' (How?) Hands on the wap, man's slappin' it, tappin' it Out of his clothes, man's draggin' it I done came with the nails, man hammer it Boy better know this ting ain't jammerin' I j-I just jumped out the whip with my ZK Can't even lie, had the opp boys panickin' The-the-them man rap when them man pack Can't-can't lie, it's rattlin' Broad-broad-broad-broad day, I was hoppin' out them cabbies The .38 spin is what makes me happy Get-get 'round—, get-get-get-get— Get-get 'round there jump out of the ride and bang that mash What they know 'bout machines? This baby .9 kinda makes me happy If I jump out the ride, get slappy I gotta hit one before they all dasheen (bap, bap, bap) I'm on doin' it skatty (Woo) We beef these neeks that leave their friends The driver ducks, so we touch the passy And-and-and couple man would've been dead Shit then, well, I gotta smoke this Ammi Shit-shit then while I gotta smoke this Ammi (FR3) (R14) (FR3) (I'm about to get real disrespectful in this motherfucker)