Wildest

Lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty [Verse 1: Horrid1] Shit, thought Hunch missed the drop but I never (No) I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, I'm talkin' 'bout on the oppies get bun, shotgun with a lever (Bow, bow) Coulda done better When I caught my man, I coulda drenched him better (Ching, ching) My black blade was wet, but Fred was wetter (Pussy) Didn't think he could survive this cheffer (No) Gotta shout AJ T on that flow, 'cah he started that one, that one 22-inch black blade put the whole nank in (Ugh), I started that one Catch me a opp, I'll tap one Prayin' a few minutes late, I'll pack one (Dead 'im) Thе mandem just copped like four morе tings About time Huncho tapped one (Bow, bow) Chase man on the wing like Ashley did, only difference is I'm attackin' In this space I step, put 3 of them punks on my nizz, don't tell me 'bout stabbings (Don't do it) Bare man screamin' wild wild west but they ain't on nothin', why're they cappin'? (They're not) We're the reasons that west is wild, that's nuttin' but facts, done a hundred stabbings, and slappings (That's facts) Ask **** how we slapped up his yard, nah I ain't cappin' (Bow, bow) Ask ****, them bullets just crashed from the whip, when broski lean out the ride and class in (Bow) When bro's crashin', they kept on dashin' The mandem cheffed down Ratlin (Ching, ching) Just left my ped, no NHS Two hands on the mash, start clappin' (Bow, bow) [Chorus: Horrid1, Sav'O] I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow) And neeks get cheffed (Ching, ching) I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?) Talk less (Talk less) The life I live is intense Done most of my teenage years in the pen I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow) And neeks get cheffed (Ching, ching) I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?) Talk less (Talk less) The life I live is intense Done most of my teenage years in the pen (JS) [Verse 2: Sav'O] It's only us on the south side of Acton, nobody else in west is wild (No) I ain't go 'round in circles, I back my verbal, real life I get niggas down (Ching, ching) They say that they're winnin', they must be jokin' I swear I'm embarrassed to beef these clowns But let me not call it "beef", just "bullyin' neeks" They run, get caught and drown in blood If the medics ain't quick, they're fucked I got my temper from my pops and Hunch If **** tripped up, then he would've turn bud How you sittin' on your bum when your pockets are bruck? (What a fuckin' bum) I can't get buzzed on (No) I'm the opp that the pagans run from My man had it, but still got dumped on Ain't nobody safe when I got my gloves on (Bow, bow) Do drill rap but don't drill? Stick to love songs Ain't in the streets, so yo, stop rappin' it Easy targets, them man ain't challengin' When I saw ****, they say they savaged it All of this cap that I chat, I'm backin' it Spot me an opp on-sight, I'm attackin' him (Pap) She ain't got backs, I ain't tappin' it We are rap-battlin', we the west savages [Chorus: Horrid1, Sav'O] I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow) And neeks get cheffed (Ching, ching) I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?) Talk less (Talk less) The life I live is intense Done most of my teenage years in the pen I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Bow, bow) And neeks get cheffed (Ching, ching) I can't lie, it's a mess, but what can I say? It's the wild wild west How you talk so much and you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?) Talk less (Talk less) The life I live is intense Done most of my teenage years in the pen