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[Intro] Hilzz made this Mirica MZY mixed this [Intro: Sixty, Broadday, Workrate & AbzSav] I was beefing adults when I was a child Should've been practicing Deen, but I was in Cumbo, spraying machines 6Gang every opp block dislikes 'Cah we grip knives, ten plus when we dip guys Loving the way she shaking her back [Verse 1: Sixty] I was beefing adults when I was a child Send out a text, like I'm back in town Don't scream, don't shout if I back this out He's swimming in blood, like I hope he drowns (I heard that a opp got–) I heard that a opp got knifed up I don't wanna see a M like Sneijder Whip that grub, straight drop with biker I trap on Vodafone, not Lyca In the trap tryna see me an M 'fore I catch me an M and fly out the country Propose on the opp block, get on one knee and I'll bang this pumpy [Verse 2: Broadday] Should'vе been practicing Deen, but I was in Cumbo, spraying machines Minds got mad from the shit that I've seen Numеrous ride, SWavey's keen With Sus, SY, don't slip or get duppied Twelve in the auto, two in the brucky Jammed on Buldgy, he got lucky Won't mix up, how sorry mummy Six in the spin, ducking the feds, Blitz is driving Draw me out, I'll glide on license Free smoke, slapped at everyone diving V1 held nine, I gave him six, Sus gave him the rest .38 bells will rip through your chest What opp block are we taping next? GSqueeze lacked and he got cheffed And I swear TBoy just got kwenged (Bow) And I swear TBoy just got kwenged (Bow) [Verse 3: Workrate] 6Gang every opp block dislikes 'Cah we grip knives, ten plus when we dip guys Four rambos and we broke that big nine No flick knives, never came for a fist fight Catting for a spliff, I need me a three-five You know murder's my incline But we need more fettys with trap queens, if there's a wap on sale don't decline My rambo been ripping through LV I'll step with smoke, get bun in your Levi's That's bro, but he ain't involved So why the fuck Drill keep rapping 'bout Levi? Been with the same guys from early From when it was WF and EM Back then, could've caught me a birdie Me and JSav, how many got drenched? Pressuring that side, I'm pressuring that side Back then never heard 'bout 10 They rap 'bout drills that are nuttin' to do with, me and gangdem really violent men All of us known for rambos leakin' and me and my dargs are firing skengs All of us known for rambos leakin' and me and my dargs are firing skengs [Verse 4: AbzSav] Loving the way she shaking her back (Eurgh) I heard that this game is tit for tat (Bam) But Twin got bored times two, it's mad STFU, about "I'll bore up a dad" (Bow, bow, bow, bow) You ain't never seen the blood on your nank I'm talking it facts, I'm all-out attack (All out) On my mum's life Zeccs should have been packed (Zoobie) Should have been in my zoot For the views they lie, like please tell the truth (Don't lie) I'm with Whiteboy, tell them split these yutes I'm with Tommy tryna turn man ghost (Bow, bow, bow, bow) Spot him, rip it, lead him, fill it (Grrr, bow) Bad B wan' flex with me Now my dip's in the bag, no KFC (It is) Big gunners on deck, no AFC Opp block settings, that's me and Sixty Started the ride in the empty 2, then I found myself lurking in the 3 We do these drills, come back and repeat (We do) Kept it real, kept it drill Fell in love with the stainless steel Two got slapped on the mains, it's real (Two) If only he knew how the mandem feel If only he knew how the mandem feel [Verse 5: Suspect] Can't ask him how the chest shot feels Remembered that day and it gives me chills (Mazza) Remembered that day and I laugh and bill Do it again, 'cah I love that feel (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Them guys well known for the verses AGB been known for the drills (AG) Let alone what I done myself How much blood have the mandem spilled? (Gang) He got done like kebab, it went through his chest and come out his back (Gang) SY's sav', he's not Al-Shabaab, but bro's still tryna put kuffs in packs Hadn't been praying Salah, but I was in a car with a big .44 on my lap (Bow, bow) Fourteen times when Lebz got splashed, I've never see a fuck boy scream like that (Pussy) And I ain't tryna hear none How many opps got chinged and bun? (Bow) BA traps, he don't do fraud But it was broad-day when Deetz got done (That's gang, that's gang) It was at night when Culps got packed They still want the suspect for that one And you can't get C Murda back I'm grinding that, tryna fill my blunt (Them man know how to–) Them man know how to flex and stunt But I swear Gucci just turned runtz Ain't tryna say they ain't got waps But trust me, they don't use their guns We got packs in the 1, 6, 5, but shout out bro from the 156 (That's bro, that's bro) Made man drown and made man swim, but you wouldn't know what the difference is [Outro] Hilzz made this Mirica