Civilians (Pt. 2)

Lyrics
[Intro] TR On The Beat Bow, bow Ay [Verse 1: BT] Some subliminal shots from civilian niggas Civilian opps, civilian snitches Like, man ah just sound like squads, some dumb little bitches No face, no trace These latex gloves will handle the heat like mittens Man see a opp, man see a opp, man drill him Fill it to the brim, man fill it Had man running like chickens Jump in the juice, leaving his shoes Moving like the shoes didn't fit Jump out the coupé, one for the yute Moving like you weren't in bits [Verse 2: Rendo] Fill it to the top, man fill it Run a man down with a blade And man ah take bones out your back like fillet Young boy spill juice And when you come back to the ends, man bill it Boom, bow, man did it And if he ain't down with the 4's, man drill it Niggas can't beef squad, niggas can't beef gang How you gonna talk about guns And when I stuff corn in my gun, man ran Mummy out, blacked out windows, shotgun Couldn't see who's in the van Live corn don't jam Man ah just boomed of his door like gang [Verse 3: YS] Six shots and it's feeling all mad Teeth in the bag with the mash Suttin' defo garn get splashed Niggas just talk bare fiction, man ah just talk bare facts Like, mind how you talk from the back Corn might fly through your back Fifteen inch on my waist man, stretch man up on the mains OD up in the O moving the light and the beige Spend about twelve on the spin Then spend about six on the gauge Hit the opp block with my Fisherman hat tryna blow man's face [Verse 4: Rudez] Man, I run down niggas in my hooch Kidnap niggas in my truce Boot after niggas in my Loubs My young boy's onto the opp, my young boys dem spill juice Came to your block in a four door coupé Man, I got a .44 long, take away a life from a yute Man, I'm really in that trap Man, I got a OT line and I hit a frontline too
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Credits
- Writers
- Rudez
- YS (410)
- Rendo
- BT (UK)