SOS

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​Dopesmoke - Rap, Drill

SOS

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[Intro] Yoshi Yo, Lani, you made this one? [Chorus: Dopesmoke & Silent] All of our beef gets seasoned (Soul huntin' opp) How you think us man whacked out High Trees? (Right now) Fill up the whip, let's do this quietly Try me, you can meet God Almighty (Can meet him) Leng one say I look Chinese (Huh?) Gold or brown, they all wan' pipe me (Huh?) Rambos twinnin' (Aye), that's hashtag high knees (Aye) SOS, tell a boy "Come try me" Bro got first blood, so it's his blade reckoned (Blade, blade)SOS, get the drop done nicely Bro juiced this kitchen, had it all slimy Hit the M's with blood on his Nikeys (Yep) We apply that pressure, it's more than slightly Pull up and knife G's, cause them crime scenes My brown one's bougie, why she's so feisty? 'Cause I'm cheatin' again, now, she's there tryna fight me [Verse 1: Dopesmoke] Think fast and tie them laces (Run) Yohan Blake when they clocked our faces (Cut) Wave it, shave it and keep on placin' (Wave it, wave it) Rambo tucked, let's go do flavours (Ying that) We made Stompy famous (Us) We think 'bout him when we're smokin' flavours Opp block tour, gotta hide our faces 'Cah me, I can't catch no cases (Can't catch none) S1, he wanted to eat (Mm) He died on scene, doctors couldn't save him Jump out gang, who's the fastest? Chase him Go ask shh how the rambo tasted (Come 'ere) I used to be cool with the paigons Now, I'm a paigon, I bet they're mad Dangerous, tryna make a mill like Meek Now, I'm attractin' the T with cats and crack Don't really care about races, black or white, you can still get tanned I bleached out shanks and purged off flats That's A-team lurkin' the main road, gang (Now) They couldn't go to their local shops You're smokin' rocks if you think they can (They're not allowed, they're not allowed) I don't mean to brag, but the opps are shit, they don't ride on man (They don't) [Chorus: Dopesmoke & Silent] All of our beef gets seasoned How you think us man whacked out High Trees? (Right now) Fill up the whip, let's do this quietly Try me, you can meet God Almighty (Can meet him) Leng one say I look Chinese (Huh?) Gold or, brown, they all wan' pipe me (Huh?) Rambos twinnin' (Aye), that's hashtag high knees (Aye) SOS, tell a boy "Come try me" Bro got first blood, so it's his blade reckoned (Blade, blade) SOS, get the drop done nicely Bro juiced this kitchen, had it all slimy Takes the M with blood on his Nikeys (Yep) We apply that pressure, it's more than slightly Pull up and knife G's, cause them crime scenes My brown one's bougie, why she's so feisty? 'Cause I'm cheatin' again, now, she's there tryna fight me [Verse 2: Silent] I love P Sits 'cah he plays his part (Gang, gang) My nigga Dripz got so much heart (Free him) Gang put opps in rizzlers, Sesh did run, only scratchin' arms Throw up C, you gonna fly with your dawg Addin' K's on the mandem, mad ting, it's nuttin' to get man rassed Shh tried run, didn't make it far (Dosed) Shh tried run, didn't make it far (No), so he left with scars (No) Tell me a time we got a drop on a top Gang was live when we went there past (Bap) Was first to the ride, I never been last (Facts) It's nuttin' to done man's dance You can get splashed for runnin' up last Don't stand there hot if you think you have heart (Right now) Of course, we're on shavins (Facts) Pull up to any location Blatant, it was me tryna back my stainless (Yeah) He tried run, didn't make it The gangnem shaved him, made him famous (Haha) He tried run, didn't make it The gangnem shaved him, made him famous Free bro, got him sittin' in cages (Free him) [Chorus: Dopesmoke & Silent] All of our beef gets seasoned How you think us man whacked out High Trees? (Right now) Fill up the whip, let's do this quietly Try me, you can meet God Almighty (Can meet him) Leng one say I look Chinese (Huh?) Gold or, brown, they all wan' pipe me (Huh?) Rambos twinnin' (Aye), that's hashtag high knees (Aye) SOS, tell a boy "Come try me" Bro got first blood, so it's his blade reckoned (Blade, blade) SOS, get the drop done nicely Bro juiced this kitchen, had it all slimy Takes the M with blood on his Nikeys (Yep) We apply that pressure, it's more than slightly Pull up and knife G's, cause them crime scenes My brown one's bougie, why she's so feisty? 'Cause I'm cheatin' again, now, she's there tryna fight me [Outro: Producer Tag] Yoshi Yo, Lani, you made this?

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  • Silent (67)
  • ​Dopesmoke