Tryna get rich, I’m stackin’ them chips, Come on my block if you wanna get hit, Stay with the squad, you know we don’t miss, Talkin’ that talk, but you ain’t built for this. Who tf is ----, that clown, He knows he will get hit so he don’t come around, Stay in your lane, don’t get lost in the sound, One wrong move and you’re six feet in the ground. In the trap, gettin’ money, that’s facts, Run up on us, and we pushin’ you back, Bro got the thing, it’s tucked in the bag, Move like a ghost when we hop in the Jag. Late night grindin’, no sleep for the wicked, Out on the streets, every move’s calculated, Feds on our tail, but we too quick to catch, Life in the trenches, ain’t nothin’ but facts.
Speedin', whenever we see them Blood on my steel whenever I greet them He’s hiding, but he’s not too far Taste this metal in your mouth, bow, ha Dark nights, shadows lurk No talk, we do the work Cold eyes, no remorse Street life, violent course Catch them slippin', blades are drawn End of the line, no more dawn Blood spills, they hit the ground Silent screams, no one's around He thinks he’s safe, but he's wrong In these streets, you don’t last long Speedin', whenever we see them Blood on my steel, no freedom
OverviewLyricsListenArtists Zeno music all day everyday Sxbz Beats baby I know opps that ain't on shit They rap real good, but they ain't on piss The life I live is intense Run down opps and old school friends I look for my darkest trackie Jump on a ped, lets lurk for them I got two in a sawn-off dots Or I got four in a .32 Glock You don't wanna get caught and shot Last time bro did that he hit mans top Got beef on the street with opps So I can't lack and I get man got We got rambo's, dotty's and Glocks I need more dingers, the beefs on tops Went round to lock off that block Me, Little Dan, that's a violent squad If you run, get caught and chopped PYC, that's you and your boss Free my broski Splash
Ahah posé si terrain la an k di Mwen fô an marée an kishta pou wvè si an paka monté pountacna an ni gan an mwen é cagoule vétu de quecha an mwen an k tchek zozo nou kay si on brako bon adrénaline an k kriyè dé boug an mwen an k di yo gadé sa au loin si on bitin ka mal fèt to toto toto ou pa sav sè toto k chanté obligé sont là sa pt Jeune et ambitieux an ka énové an pakay lekol apa on fierté pa comprann kè finn pawo an ja ka gadé pou millions fuck popo Fuck la juge Ève tout sa ki biswen ralentir à paket ennemis an k atann zot d'épi zot mal bréné si plomo si zot askip l6 yinki pentin vient un tour o'coeur des quartiers Cho gentil pentin veut jouer les Cho cmieux que tu reste coffret au cho
Overview Lyrics Listen Artists D-Zeus (Free the guys, everyone doing bang up) Ocho, Ocho (We're really on tour behind them doors) Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road If you come around here, then you better be sure Make man bleed like a bitch in labor But there won't be no baby born My rambo blade is a burglar It breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours Don't give me no fuckin' verbal Just give me your spinal cord If me and JP's on a mission Fishin', turn the paigon to a victim Back my shank Do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson This life that I live is addictive Even though it sent me to prison I'll put my blade in your eye and twist Like this car key when it's in the ignition I gotta put my bread into toasters So I can pop up and get a paigon toasted If my knife was a USB Then your lap or top is the port that it goes in Me and JT went jail for a joke ting They had the mandem screamin' free us '017 was four man in a Toyota Praying that the police don't pree us If you get stabbed up and die Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi" I'm sitting in jail like "Where's my freedom?" It got taken like your bregin's life All my paigons do is lie I'm startin' to think if another one dies He'll jump on Insta' live from hell And tell everyone that he is alive I got a rambo next to my boxers I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein We didn't know which opp block to go So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine If my zombie goes in your belly It gets tangled in your intestines Free JT, that's my right hand He's already put blood on his tactical knife Let's play a game called, "Don't get stabbed up" Whoever gets stabbed up first Is the one that drops and don't get back up Stab man in his head and shoulders My huntin' knife ain't curing his dandruff If blood was a currency Then I'm tryna pull up and leave him bankrupt Don't get stabbed up 'Cause it ain't cool if my Rambo thinks you're edible You know I ain't playing no pranks If it's in April and a wagon falls They disowned my man when he got stabbed in the balls And lost his testicle My man snitched when he got cabbaged He was a talkin' vegetable We got war with most of the borough And a war with a few old friends If we back our shanks Tryna see true colours That true colour we'll see is red Bro didn't do that drill in a beamer But he coulda X'd five of them He put it to my man's head But the handgun jammed when he tried to fire the skeng When he tried to fire the If you get stabbed up and die Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi" I'm sitting in jail like "Where's my freedom?" It got taken like your bregin's life All my paigons do is lie I'm startin' to think if another one dies He'll jump on Insta' live from Hell and tell everyone that he is alive I got a rambo next to my boxers I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein We didn't know which opp block to go So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine If my zombie goes in your belly It gets tangled in your intestines Free JT, that's my right hand He's already put blood on his tactical knife
Overview Lyrics Listen Artists Main results Zeno music all day everyday Sxbz Beats baby I know opps that ain't on shit They rap real good, but they ain't on piss The life I live is intense Run down opps and old school friends I look for my darkest trackie Jump on a ped, lets lurk for them I got two in a sawn-off dots Or I got four in a .32 Glock You don't wanna get caught and shot Last time bro did that he hit mans top Got beef on the street with opps So I can't lack and I get man got We got rambo's, dotty's and Glocks I need more dingers, the beefs on tops Went round to lock off that block Me, Little Dan, that's a violent squad If you run, get caught and chopped PYC, that's you and your boss Free my broski Splash
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Tryna get rich, I’m stackin’ them chips,
Come on my block if you wanna get hit,
Stay with the squad, you know we don’t miss,
Talkin’ that talk, but you ain’t built for this.
Who tf is ----, that clown,
He knows he will get hit so he don’t come around,
Stay in your lane, don’t get lost in the sound,
One wrong move and you’re six feet in the ground.
In the trap, gettin’ money, that’s facts,
Run up on us, and we pushin’ you back,
Bro got the thing, it’s tucked in the bag,
Move like a ghost when we hop in the Jag.
Late night grindin’, no sleep for the wicked,
Out on the streets, every move’s calculated,
Feds on our tail, but we too quick to catch,
Life in the trenches, ain’t nothin’ but facts.
Speedin', whenever we see them
Blood on my steel whenever I greet them
He’s hiding, but he’s not too far
Taste this metal in your mouth, bow, ha
Dark nights, shadows lurk
No talk, we do the work
Cold eyes, no remorse
Street life, violent course
Catch them slippin', blades are drawn
End of the line, no more dawn
Blood spills, they hit the ground
Silent screams, no one's around
He thinks he’s safe, but he's wrong
In these streets, you don’t last long
Speedin', whenever we see them
Blood on my steel, no freedom
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OverviewLyricsListenArtists
Zeno music all day everyday
Sxbz Beats baby
I know opps that ain't on shit
They rap real good, but they ain't on piss
The life I live is intense
Run down opps and old school friends
I look for my darkest trackie
Jump on a ped, lets lurk for them
I got two in a sawn-off dots
Or I got four in a .32 Glock
You don't wanna get caught and shot
Last time bro did that he hit mans top
Got beef on the street with opps
So I can't lack and I get man got
We got rambo's, dotty's and Glocks
I need more dingers, the beefs on tops
Went round to lock off that block
Me, Little Dan, that's a violent squad
If you run, get caught and chopped
PYC, that's you and your boss
Free my broski Splash
What's ur snap
Ahah posé si terrain la an k di Mwen fô an marée an kishta pou wvè si an paka monté pountacna an ni gan an mwen é cagoule vétu de quecha an mwen an k tchek zozo nou kay si on brako bon adrénaline an k kriyè dé boug an mwen an k di yo gadé sa au loin si on bitin ka mal fèt to toto toto ou pa sav sè toto k chanté obligé sont là sa pt
Jeune et ambitieux an ka énové an pakay lekol apa on fierté pa comprann kè finn pawo an ja ka gadé pou millions fuck popo Fuck la juge Ève tout sa ki biswen ralentir à paket ennemis an k atann zot d'épi zot mal bréné si plomo si zot askip l6 yinki pentin vient un tour o'coeur des quartiers Cho gentil pentin veut jouer les Cho cmieux que tu reste coffret au cho
Steady🥱
Ando.con los vago q más la.improvazian
Tamos volado en el mundo de Alicia
Ustedes tan pegando pero a la codicia
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D-Zeus
(Free the guys, everyone doing bang up)
Ocho, Ocho
(We're really on tour behind them doors)
Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road
If you come around here, then you better be sure
Make man bleed like a bitch in labor
But there won't be no baby born
My rambo blade is a burglar
It breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours
Don't give me no fuckin' verbal
Just give me your spinal cord
If me and JP's on a mission
Fishin', turn the paigon to a victim
Back my shank
Do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson
This life that I live is addictive
Even though it sent me to prison
I'll put my blade in your eye and twist
Like this car key when it's in the ignition
I gotta put my bread into toasters
So I can pop up and get a paigon toasted
If my knife was a USB
Then your lap or top is the port that it goes in
Me and JT went jail for a joke ting
They had the mandem screamin' free us
'017 was four man in a Toyota
Praying that the police don't pree us
If you get stabbed up and die
Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi"
I'm sitting in jail like
"Where's my freedom?"
It got taken like your bregin's life
All my paigons do is lie
I'm startin' to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta' live from hell
And tell everyone that he is alive
I got a rambo next to my boxers
I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein
We didn't know which opp block to go
So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
If my zombie goes in your belly
It gets tangled in your intestines
Free JT, that's my right hand
He's already put blood on his tactical knife
Let's play a game called, "Don't get stabbed up"
Whoever gets stabbed up first
Is the one that drops and don't get back up
Stab man in his head and shoulders
My huntin' knife ain't curing his dandruff
If blood was a currency
Then I'm tryna pull up and leave him bankrupt
Don't get stabbed up
'Cause it ain't cool if my Rambo thinks you're edible
You know I ain't playing no pranks
If it's in April and a wagon falls
They disowned my man when he got stabbed in the balls
And lost his testicle
My man snitched when he got cabbaged
He was a talkin' vegetable
We got war with most of the borough
And a war with a few old friends
If we back our shanks
Tryna see true colours
That true colour we'll see is red
Bro didn't do that drill in a beamer
But he coulda X'd five of them
He put it to my man's head
But the handgun jammed when he tried to fire the skeng
When he tried to fire the
If you get stabbed up and die
Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi"
I'm sitting in jail like
"Where's my freedom?"
It got taken like your bregin's life
All my paigons do is lie
I'm startin' to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta' live from
Hell and tell everyone that he is alive
I got a rambo next to my boxers
I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein
We didn't know which opp block to go
So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
If my zombie goes in your belly
It gets tangled in your intestines
Free JT, that's my right hand
He's already put blood on his tactical knife
Overview
Lyrics
Listen
Artists
Main results
Zeno music all day everyday
Sxbz Beats baby
I know opps that ain't on shit
They rap real good, but they ain't on piss
The life I live is intense
Run down opps and old school friends
I look for my darkest trackie
Jump on a ped, lets lurk for them
I got two in a sawn-off dots
Or I got four in a .32 Glock
You don't wanna get caught and shot
Last time bro did that he hit mans top
Got beef on the street with opps
So I can't lack and I get man got
We got rambo's, dotty's and Glocks
I need more dingers, the beefs on tops
Went round to lock off that block
Me, Little Dan, that's a violent squad
If you run, get caught and chopped
PYC, that's you and your boss
Free my broski Splash
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