The Cold Room - S2-E1, Pt.1

Lyrics

[Intro] Senseii Free all the drillers and fuck all the opps I'm a lethal hitter and I fuck tops We rise up spinners and .9's of Glocks More times, still slide on guys with the dots Grrt, bop, bop Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold [Verse] You riz it and banged for Instagram You bitch nigga, you should have tits and back Anytime I heard they skidded on gang I took that wap to the Rayner's flats Me and bro both on chingings One, two's, rizzin', no helmets on hats We yinged him there, intensive care Like how many opp boys shoulda been dank? Backstrap that, can't bring him back 'Cah we back our straps, and tap, tap Come to the six, we're comfy, facts Big .9 millimetres, G-locks too If bro's on you then I'm on too Spilt bare rum juice wit' my sixer goons Back it, splash it, tear up fabric On the ram-bizz, just sinkin' through More be arms, there's be fresh coupe Got love for my bros 'cah they love me too Big bro in the booth, that's big racks too You can call that batch to the millions crew The man don't do what gangnem do I never done what their man done You ain't seen a wap that grrt, grrt You don't wanna see that SK dump I ain't never seen me a opp not run Pull up in a opp block, watch Laners run Try have a knife fight then clocked his lung 'Cah he still got got with my favourite one Wallahi, I ain't lyin', I had a samurai ting Chinese writin', numerous knifins How many guys them sides turnt Usain? Yohan Blake, I was right behind 'em Our riders ridin', I'm right beside him How many times had the crime rate risin'? Couldn't give a toss if its out or in house Season beef 'til the beef is fryin' Fuck the feds, had a Tetch on my head Screamin' out "M", on my door, went flyin' And I don't know who's dead or who bined him Neck by the metal, the metal was silence You know my name, but don't know my face I don't know if I'm sane, you don't know my pain You ain't seen your left hand switch itscrazy Conversatin' 'cah it's life he's facin' You ain't seen a right hand dac' with Gazy How could I bill him daily? Rate me All cause I'm shinin' things, gone my way Coulda had half my plate, it's brazy 8 week trial, mumzy cryin', popsy agin' patiently waitin' Got that verdict, tears of joy then I picked up my boys outside, old Bailey 8 week trial, mumzy cryin', popsy agin' patiently waitin' (Got that verdict, tears of joy then I picked up my boys outside, ol' Baily) [Outro] SB's back