[Verse 1: Karma] Nizzy Narm's where it started I don't give a fuck 'bout Harlem Thought they was on, now I see they're half-hearted Hella man talk like the can't get touched But they can get touched, nuttin' but targets (truss) Opps get cold feet, no carpets Gang slap waps, gang puff and pass it Bark it, do it like Vegeta and blast it (bow, bow) Wet man's polo, no homo, I'm tryna touch man's heart (splash) He got-got cah he weren't that fast Or was he just takin' a jog? T-T shirt, bally on, mask my face No face, I ain't takin' it off (No way) GB's dead, I'm bakin' it off Billin' SK next, still I'm bakin' it off True say, I'm only five foot nine Sometimes I wish that I could've been taller (I do) SK's dead, he should've done F (he's dead) GB's dead, he could've been a baller (Ah) And, Denz didn't beat that case But he beat that wap like a next man's daughter (Free Denz) My face comin' like no caller Unknown, no ID, no sorter [Verse 2: Trizzac] (Trizzla) We use CJ for rizz (Yes) We use GB for chip Their boss Incog got dipped Pissed, call that a Moscow spliff In fact, call that a opp boy zoot I swear I love girls that throw up 2 (I love 'em) From kway been tightenin' screws Like Karma, I'm out of line, no cue, two (Out of line) We the most villainous crew, yes, very notorious gang You know in your head, pray it don't jam This fairy's big and yes, it will bang (bow, bow) You'd think that I'm white and racist Don't like niggas like the Ku Klux Klan Fire on their block, they don't hang 'Cause we pull up, that's me and gang (all the members) These opps tryna keep me fit When they see Trizz, they panic and sprint (dash it) She sees me, start smile and wink I think she's giving me hints (see) It was Kweng with the mop, no cleaner They don't take shots, them man are keepers (they don't shoot) Free Kenz, he was way too eager (free him up) We chinged that yute 'til he had a seizure (chinged him) [Verse 3: Kwengface] You don't wanna see us in a 2.2 Three man, tryna leave man leaner This gyal says she wanna go Hacks or not But she don't wanna hold this beater Got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife Tryna take man's soul like the reaper I ain't no PE teacher Make a opp boy do a hundred meter Yo, two and a shoe in a pot Watch that lock, nuttin' but prof' (whip) I just linked JT for a tester, mad ting Watch man dribble and cough OT settin' up shops Better link me indoors cah the roads too hot (uuhuuh) Most of these yutes been bummy Sittin' at home, doin' up squat Yo, someone's lyin', innit? (Innit?) How many opps we billin'? (Haha) I could talk about opps all day But everyone knows that us man's winnin' (That's true) Yo, most of my opps are gimmicks Had bare talk 'till the Ruger hit him I'm on the M-way with the 252 I'd better not hold me a spinach (No) [Verse 4: Snoop] They keep tryna link me to murders I ain't gotta go no further (Nope) Opp got left for dead *** never looked back, he just put on his burners I don't even know who's *** (Uh?) Out back and my blade got fed (Bow) And when GB done got shot, **** played out dead (Dead) I backed that dotty on **** (jammed) And I backed that dotty on **** (jammed) And I've slapped that dotty at *** And I slapped that .9 at *** (bow) And I slapped that dotty on Jet Black and his mates When his friends done dasheen (Dasheen) And I slapped that yute in Camden When I saw two blackies walkin' in trackies All of South London know I'm on badness (Badness) Even the jakes know I'm active I ain't no smoker Hop on the ride and everyone looks like Snoop needs catchin' (don't catch him) **** up in the zoots, but *** up on my boot Kay, though he was gonna get lamped Cah I was on my live when I was high off balloons
[Verse 1: Karma]
Nizzy Narm's where it started
I don't give a fuck 'bout Harlem
Thought they was on, now I see they're half-hearted
Hella man talk like the can't get touched
But they can get touched, nuttin' but targets (truss)
Opps get cold feet, no carpets
Gang slap waps, gang puff and pass it
Bark it, do it like Vegeta and blast it (bow, bow)
Wet man's polo, no homo, I'm tryna touch man's heart (splash)
He got-got cah he weren't that fast
Or was he just takin' a jog?
T-T shirt, bally on, mask my face
No face, I ain't takin' it off (No way)
GB's dead, I'm bakin' it off
Billin' SK next, still I'm bakin' it off
True say, I'm only five foot nine
Sometimes I wish that I could've been taller (I do)
SK's dead, he should've done F (he's dead)
GB's dead, he could've been a baller (Ah)
And, Denz didn't beat that case
But he beat that wap like a next man's daughter (Free Denz)
My face comin' like no caller
Unknown, no ID, no sorter
[Verse 2: Trizzac]
(Trizzla)
We use CJ for rizz (Yes)
We use GB for chip
Their boss Incog got dipped
Pissed, call that a Moscow spliff
In fact, call that a opp boy zoot
I swear I love girls that throw up 2 (I love 'em)
From kway been tightenin' screws
Like Karma, I'm out of line, no cue, two (Out of line)
We the most villainous crew, yes, very notorious gang
You know in your head, pray it don't jam
This fairy's big and yes, it will bang (bow, bow)
You'd think that I'm white and racist
Don't like niggas like the Ku Klux Klan
Fire on their block, they don't hang
'Cause we pull up, that's me and gang (all the members)
These opps tryna keep me fit
When they see Trizz, they panic and sprint (dash it)
She sees me, start smile and wink
I think she's giving me hints (see)
It was Kweng with the mop, no cleaner
They don't take shots, them man are keepers (they don't shoot)
Free Kenz, he was way too eager (free him up)
We chinged that yute 'til he had a seizure (chinged him)
[Verse 3: Kwengface]
You don't wanna see us in a 2.2
Three man, tryna leave man leaner
This gyal says she wanna go Hacks or not
But she don't wanna hold this beater
Got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife
Tryna take man's soul like the reaper
I ain't no PE teacher
Make a opp boy do a hundred meter
Yo, two and a shoe in a pot
Watch that lock, nuttin' but prof' (whip)
I just linked JT for a tester, mad ting
Watch man dribble and cough
OT settin' up shops
Better link me indoors cah the roads too hot (uuhuuh)
Most of these yutes been bummy
Sittin' at home, doin' up squat
Yo, someone's lyin', innit? (Innit?)
How many opps we billin'? (Haha)
I could talk about opps all day
But everyone knows that us man's winnin' (That's true)
Yo, most of my opps are gimmicks
Had bare talk 'till the Ruger hit him
I'm on the M-way with the 252
I'd better not hold me a spinach (No)
[Verse 4: Snoop]
They keep tryna link me to murders
I ain't gotta go no further (Nope)
Opp got left for dead
*** never looked back, he just put on his burners
I don't even know who's *** (Uh?)
Out back and my blade got fed (Bow)
And when GB done got shot, **** played out dead (Dead)
I backed that dotty on **** (jammed)
And I backed that dotty on **** (jammed)
And I've slapped that dotty at ***
And I slapped that .9 at *** (bow)
And I slapped that dotty on Jet Black and his mates
When his friends done dasheen (Dasheen)
And I slapped that yute in Camden
When I saw two blackies walkin' in trackies
All of South London know I'm on badness (Badness)
Even the jakes know I'm active
I ain't no smoker
Hop on the ride and everyone looks like Snoop needs catchin' (don't catch him)
**** up in the zoots, but *** up on my boot
Kay, though he was gonna get lamped
Cah I was on my live when I was high off balloons
Wait is the writing going from big to small then back to big or is man trippin
Hakkz or nov
love bro
Some of these are wrong cl
Tell me all the wrong lyrics please