Hella Kwengins

Lyrics

[Intro] Munroe [Verse 1: Stickzodt] M3 with the hoover (Boom, bow) M Dunna with the Rooster (Skudu) Stizzy Stickz, black Ruger (Skudu) Whole team full of shooters (Skudu-du-du-du) AR, that's my drillers (Drillers) Really be with the spinners (Spinners) Whole team full of winners Bullets all in 'em innards (Skudu-du-du-du) [Verse 2: S Wavey] Hella Kwengins And all of them done by us Somebody haffi get bun (Boom, bow) I ain't never told on a soul And I put that shit on my mums (Trust me) I'm the one who invest in poles (Boom) Them boy haffi get poked (Boom) See M3, nigga, he's cold (Skrr) Hella work, that haffi get sold (Gone) Them man there ain't lurky (Skrr) 2 wheels, big bike, mans swervy (Skrr) White MLT, that's curby, .32, .45, that's earthy (Boom) Brownin', big back, she's curvy (Badders) White ting, mad uck, that's Kirsty (Uckers) White ting, mad uck, that's Kirsty (Badders) White ting, mad uck, she's dirty (Badders) [Verse 3: Ard Adz] Wicked and Bad, what? Where? You're a baby Goo-goo-goo, ga-ga ga-ga I come through with Dargg and Wavey Black bandana-nanana-nana Hold six-seven from Mac Ratata-tatata-tatata-ta Man bring your gyal to the flats Gagaga-gagaga-gagaga-ga I skudu and dudu and bang, skudu and dudu with gang Skudu and dudu you tramp [Verse 4: JBoy] Jugg (We juggin') Two ding-dongs in the ride We got things on things when we lurk in your hood Stuff two in the drum That's Becky and she ready cah we feed her good Straight Tommy Lee on bike On sight, man just pull up, pull up, they shook Beef get cook up, cook up like jerk Big ting b-b-b-bark then skrr Whole place mad up, mad up like dirt [Verse 5: Sho Shallow] Run a boy down, no typing Hit him in his chest like Byson Got a yard girl, mans vybzin' None of your bros invited Rub boy out like tyres Jigga with the dippers, tryna dip a man Four door out tryna hit at man Reformed yutes, what you tellin' man? I swear you used to film man? I swear you used to get man juice? [Verse 6: M Dargg] Dem man Fuck dem man, I said fuck dem man, they're just talking Hella Casper friends, chatting shit and ain't catching nuttin', they're just boring If I catch a man, just bore him Tryna put a man down in coffin Took three, don't let man get four in Took three, don't let man start scoring Come round all wild and smash windows M3 dudu on them bimbos Chat shit and say we ain't worksey Don't make man show up and get dirty Come round all wild and smash windows M3 dudu on them bimbos Chat shit and say we ain't worksey Don't make man show up and get dirty No Stormzy ting but man merky Man catch a case, hold a 30 [Outro] No Stormzy ting but man merky Man catch a case, hold a 30 Dudu-du