Heart Attack

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[Intro] SJ [Chorus] Ride Short yute with the longest knife (the longest) More time we go on a glide (glide) We spill juice, spill beer and wine (splash) Swing that, ching that multiple times (ching ching) Fuck the feds and free my guys (ay free 'em) I went jail for a bit but it's calm Cah I could've got bagged for a grevious crime (no rap) Karma's back (back) Don't have a heart attack (don't do it) Bro told me if I ride I'll cut thru' lookin' like a Army tank (ha ha) I ain't tryna see the rallis out Fuck jail, man I know that they want me back Thought big boy bigger than Cardi's back (they do) Shit, I know that it can't be that (no way) [Verse 1] I don't lack, don't slip (I can't) They say that I grip too hard (I do) Got my lil' baby on waist When I ching you know I make a man drip too hard (drip, drip) Nigga don't try act brave When I swing my blade can't swing too fast (ching) Big man better show fear Cah I don't care if I push it in too far (I don't give a toss) Ay, lemme get a lighter (lemme get that) Lemme just light up a GB quick Get a little higher All of my opps on job You're all fired (dun out 'ere) We ain't got beef with Brandon Two of them died and the rest retired (dead) I can't lie, now I'm gettin' upset How can it be beef with the opps dem wet Fish, fish man down and jet (splash) How many till I been Circle and got me a personal paigon drenched (how many?) I don't really care, too tough When I ching and I'll put the blade in too much (splash) Zig-zag when the Rambo rip through guts (ching, ching) Yuh, yuck gruesome stuff I'll ching man down in the mains Go clean my blade then get some uck (real talk) I done jeetin' off mans blood Not it's not my fault that they wan' take fuck (facts) I got nuff sweet ones off ends, bare sweet friends, countin' for us I got nuff sweet ones off ends with bare sweet friends and they countin' for us [Chorus] Ride Short yute with the longest knife (the longest) More time we go on a glide (glide) Spill juice, spill beer and wine (splash) Swing that, ching that multiple times (ching ching) Fuck the feds and free my guys (ay free 'em) I went jail for a bit but it's calm Cah I could've got bagged for a grevious crime (no rap) Karma's back (back) Don't have a heart attack (don't do it) Bro told me if I ride I'll cut thru' lookin' like a Army tank (ha ha) I ain't tryna see the rallis out Fuck jail, man I know that they want me back Thought big boy bigger than Cardi's back (they do) Shit, I know that it can't be that (no way) [Verse 2] This ting lookin' all leng, peng shit Definite ten like unit (10 10) Got bare tings callin' me buff Would they show me love if I didn't do music (hmmm) Just 'cause you called me a friend don't mean we're close So do not confuse it (don't do it) I stab old school mates with my bros (I do) You can call me a snake like Judas (truss' me) Call me a snake like Trizz (Like Trizz) I guarantee he'll laugh right now if I pull up and bill up a Incog spliff (might bill it) My clothing says what I do, I don't know about you Do you really take risks Remember that day outside bro-bro's bit when that yute tried run but his leg did give He was beggin' me 'please' But he still got dipped (Splash!) More time I ride in a 4x4 done it once or twice in a 4-door hatchback (ching) Anyone lookin' involved man grab that, splash that Been tryna turn man hashtag (ching, ching) Put blades on waist or rucksack Or we're grippin' on sticks like grandad (brap) If this beanie holds this wap for me I'll buy her a brand new handbag, gang [?] can't ban that, and we get 'round, do drills and bang that We take crown, we planned that Meanwhile [?] tryna dodge these jakes I ain't tryna get caged by the jakes from Asgard If I tell bro-bro left too late, he might miss that turn like a eight in Blackjack [Chorus] Ride Short yute with the longest knife (the longest) More time we go on a glide (glide) Spill juice, spill beer and wine (splash) Swing that, ching that multiple times (ching ching) Fuck the feds and free my guys (ay free 'em) I went jail for a bit but it's calm Cah I could've got bagged for a grevious crime (no rap) Karma's back (back) Don't have a heart attack (don't do it) Bro told me if I ride I'll cut thru' lookin' like a Army tank (ha ha) I ain't tryna see the rallis out Fuck jail, man I know that they want me back Thought big boy bigger than Cardi's back (they do) Shit, I know that it can't be that (no way) [Verse 3] If I told bro-bro left too late Great, it could be a mad ting sad ting I was on wing same shit new day Jakes have me live on repeat on the landin', no None of my niggas on chattins Free K2 probably gettin' it crackin' (free bro) All my niggas all rachet (rachet) All my niggas on bangin' and splashin' (eergh) Bad B tellin' me that she loves me I love me too, we got suttin' in common (eergh) She wanna be more than more than friends Call off, you're gonna make me vomit (eergh) Everyone in my team's on it We jump out, put doors in sonic (dash) Juice gon' spill like shh-shh Juice gon' spill like tonic Tracksuit bottoms and a cardigan Trap fitter gotta make more profit (eergh) No shovels when we go gardenin' Been tryna six feet these oppers (truss' me) I ain't really into no arguments I'd rather just turn man tonic (no way) I ain't even talkin' 'bout Parliament But niggas been bored by Boris Boris bore dem, bore a man horrid Bruce passed me a bad B from Norwich Anytime she comes 'round South she hollers at me and gives loads of knowledge (loads) I was gone for a while now I'm back I was banged up eatin' up loads of porridge (loads) Bad Boy like Martin Lawrence I was in jail, I didn't go to college (no) [Chorus] Ride Short yute with the longest knife (the longest) More time we go on a glide (glide) Spill juice, spill beer and wine (splash) Swing that, ching that multiple times (ching ching) Fuck the feds and free my guys (ay free 'em) I went jail for a bit but it's calm Cah I could've got bagged for a grevious crime (no rap) Karma's back (back) Don't have a heart attack (don't do it) Bro told me if I ride I'll cut thru' lookin' like a Army tank (ha ha) I ain't tryna see the rallis out Fuck jail, man I know that they want me back Thought big boy bigger than Cardi's back (they do) Shit, I know that it can't be that (no way)
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- Karma (Zone 2)