Smelly Kelly

Lyrics

[Intro] Brigades MKThePlug [Verse 1: Karma] On your mark, man get set On your mark, man get ready Green light goes, gonna end in red, red Sauce him up in his belly, belly Neck, chest, and his head Cheff don't peck just get man berry And I swear, man, the ends too flame Pecknarm hotter than peri peri Yo, turn any man Ribena You can get juiced like very berry (splash) Very scary (scary) If I don't have my rams or flikky you can get smoked like Smelly Kelly (brap, brap) Fully tapped out like censors Fully on meds, got me feeling like Vellis Two shanks up man I bop with Boris Turn man red if he's rude like Ralph Henry, Henry I'm way to horrid Back my nank and I'll dip man down (wait) I ain't tryna hold no convos with an opp boy, I won't open my mouth (no way) I ain't tryna hold no convos with an opp boy, I won't open my mouth (no convo) [Chorus: Karma and RV] Get smoked like Smelly Kelly (Smelly Kelly) And you know that I'm ready (you know) Or it might be rams or flikky I ain't gonna lie, my flick be smelly Bore man's head with a dirty cheff (ching) Swing that nank tryna turn it left (dig it, dig it) Turn it right He's on juj if the yute's not dead Opps don't want to see me with Headie Rambo's twinning, running and ready (ching, ching) Cheff man like I done it already GMD, my lifestyle's messy If I made that track I had 25 bells and a MAC (true) Countless work got mashed (yo) Nah, I can't tell you how many [Verse 2: RV] Before rap I've been on the strip (oh shit) Used to roll two shanks in the G-Wag Twin rambos in the realest for rips Canary dead, a new season of drip Put one in the head like my man Still got 16 in the clip (full up) Used to ride out in dingers, now push the start, no key for the whip Any time we steppin' on smoke, it ain't frozen when I'm lettin' it go Run man down but he's way to fast Just gotta pray his adrenaline goes I told bro line up the wap, so I'll rise up the racks Just send me the quote (send it) But make sure the ting don't tramp, cah, fam I ain't tryna spread it on toast I got it there by any means (any means) The new wap came with extensions But nuttin' like Remy weaves I wake up and go get these Ps (ching) I need 6 yard like a goal kick And ice on my wrist like I broke it (bling) And I don't care about tweets, so we ride on the streets, I don't need know it [Chorus: Karma and RV] Get smoked like Smelly Kelly (Smelly Kelly) And you know that I'm ready (you know) Or it might be rams or flikky I ain't gonna lie, my flick be smelly Bore man's head with a dirty cheff (ching) Swing that nank tryna turn it left (dig it, dig it) Turn it right He's on juj if the yute's not dead Opps don't want to see me with Headie Rambo's twinning, running and ready (ching, ching) Cheff man like I done it already GMD, my lifestyle's messy If I made that track I had 25 bells and a MAC (true) Countless work got mashed (yo) Nah, I can't tell you how many