No Fibs

Lyrics

[Intro] I love Chris Rich [Verse 1: Trizzac] (Trizzlaa) I don't grab girl's waist and whine (No way) I grab samurai's and ride Me and my knife that's Bonnie and Clyde Cos any time I ching, I love when they cry (I love that) I bored up Scopez and I chinged Jet Black How can you say that is blade is dry? (How?) I always got my knife on my hips and my thigh Swing flings at your necks but this ain't no tie And I guess that I must be buzzing Cos we already put K on them And gang done cheffed up dozens plus, we done slapped off them skengs (Bow, bow) Ments, I ride with my brothers not friends Got my latex on in paigon ends Denz, remember that time that we cheffed up three different yutes try party in Pecks? (We ching dat) Rambo knife in my drawers or drawers, they both didn't die from a natural cause (They didn't) One got bun and the other got bored, we winning this game go check them scores Lord, knows that I like that mop but I hate when my mum says do them chores (Ergh) The keys was inside the yard, damn, I had to kick off that door [Verse 2: Skengdo] Oi, lean out the ride and pitch him Came with the mop you'd think man's witches Opp boys really some bitches Come like they don't blow smoke, just kisses (Some bitches) Throw up a B for Brixton Them man throw up a B, we get them (Get them) I don't wanna hear no disses At a close range them man are missing (Some dickheads) Ay broski, sweep him, sweep him, grab him Jook up his rassclart body (Ching, ching) Ay young bro's moving too sav They even try do up a yute in colly (Too sav) And an opp is an opp, you know I assist Crossing the ball, I volley (I do) And I got a linkie in Lee not Tommy She's holdin' my stuff for me (My babes) Give us the nicest drop, go get it done, no not probably (Rapid) Them man thought that they got me True, I came back like a fucking zombie Attempted do it with a ching Have a opp boy saying "Please don't chong me" (Chong me) Bro just gave man a movie now the dumb yute's sayin' "Please don't rob me" (Rob me, rob me) [Verse 3: Karma] It's my fault that your guy bored In fact it was me that bored him And, I bored up my man too and his Bruce Lee says that I ain't been scorin' (Splash) How many man have I given these chest shots? Why the fuck do they keep restorin'? Wet, wet, water pourin' True say I can make your clothes look foreign I hate when niggas chat shit like kids Yeah I coulda said more but I bit my lip No cap in my rap no fuckin' fibs (No cap, no cap) Blade from my knee to my fuckin' hip Leave man ripped like jeans not slit Remember that day on Old Kent Road Mayksi ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch Twenty five years in the whip Can't stop for the pigs, that shit is a myth (Ay) See blue lights, oh shit, oh shit Should we decamp, dash or skrr and skid? The opps don't ride for the ones in piss Must be in their graves doin' turn and twist Bill it, turn that rizz You know who I see when I burn my spliff, ay, ay, ay [Verse 4: AM] Me and bro in the beat-down dinger Squeeze that trigger, catch that nigga I don't like these thoughts that I'm thinking Suttin' 'garn fry when I take man's dinner No way can you touch my driller Tell a man "don't like Bryson Tiller" (Don't) No way can the corn get bigger Two twin bells gonna change his figure And he saw that light no filament I don't even care who's innocent (I don't) Friends of the opps same difference Still get yinged, juice spillin' it (Man ying that) Have you ever stepped out with savages? If a man don't run, they're cabbages Mark that yute and tackle him No red card, that one's embarrassing Big arse, start backin' it up No filter, I'm slappin' it up Big man thinks he's chattin' it up Next thing you know we're crashin' him up (Crash him) My mans girl, I'm whackin' it up (Whack her) Big man ting, he's actually fucked No lotion, I'm mashin' it up Wheel it back, I'm jackin' it up (Dududu)