916 Madness

Lyrics

[Intro: Sini Sayso] Yo SS Hold tight JSav, M'Skum, YDot Hold tight all the mandem Ha, yo [Verse 1: Sini Sayso] Man these dons ain't learning Me and [?] on a opp block, ten toes ting Straight looking for a [?] Anywhere I go, bad go Man don't wanna see me lurking Wait, I swear that's my man [?] is already reversing [?] is already reversing Like, how they talk bad on the net but they getting ducked down in person? Like them man there, straight actors Many man tryna join the circus Look, Sini Sayso don't say much When I see man, it's curtains Somebody tell these good yutes that their bad boy act ain't working A one little [?] stab wound Now the niggas really think they put work in Must be forgetting that you man ran [?] had 30 man dispersing You ain't scoring no points Man the balls in our court and we finna start serving All my young donnies, dem really active Stay on top of beef like a gherkin Two car convoy, in a pretty [?] Man jump out the German See a opp lacking on the curb We finna wrap him hair like a turban And man wan' flex on the Gram But I'm finna Jack-son like Kurtis Man wan' flex on the Gram But I'm finna Jack-son like Kurtis [Verse 2: Loose1] Get man then I'm dashing Hit man, no assassin Duck him down with that black blade And shove him up like it's fashion We ain't strangers to that action Ask about the work, I been mashing Left a opps blood splashing Now all around, them light's flashing Do him up, show passion Cos these fuck boys keep on chatting And man flip the packs and get racks in Them older boys been slacking Round here all lurky With two man, they're for worksie Get down in the mud, real dirty Plus the pack came all perky And If I buck a opp, no mercy I'm a real sav', they can't earth me Ice man, that's my bro and he's got me, that's certi' They funny men, Eddy Murphy Got a bad b and she curvy Lightskin, her hair be curly I don't do dates cos they thirsty Talking ish on the net They see me and they running That night, shh shh shoulda done him Love [?] cos he roll with the Russian I don't need to talk, we ain't rushing Them fuck boys must be buzzing See man's tryna roll on a dozen Cos these little nerds ain't on nothing I been lucky with my suttin' We're the tigers and we love it Bro got a bruck and he stuff it Get the grub and then cut it They come round and didn't buss it So we went round and did some gushing Niggas talking that murder And they ain't really done nothing See a opp and I'll cut him Splash splash and I'm cutting See a opp and I'll cut him Splash splash and I'm cutting [Verse 3: M'Skum] Them man love chat But never get round Score one point, now it's talk of the town That's why I call them man some clowns Face on me turning lightskin, ask brown Phone up Dappz, like let's slide now Real talk, I'mma tryna leave a opp fouled Jump out on violence, slap, boom bow On the red bricks, man's lurksie Tryna smoke man like [?] Bro got a pound, looking all earthy Dial up Big J cah he's worksie I'm OJ, I don't play I'm HR with a K I'll do it broad day, them man just dash off like a race Them man just dash fast like a horse Is Skum involved?, of course Man been outside from young like a whore Man bring that violence straight to mans door Don't dive in the beef, that's silly Man leave tops red like old trizzy Man got skengs but dash from the wizzy And the dotty come long just like mans willy [Verse 4: TY] Can't tell you amount of times that phone up the bros And we marched over to that blue bridge Like, dust man down Ten toes on the high road Tryna stick man like glue sticks Swear I remember that day, stab my bro with the blade Only missed his heart by a few inch So when I do my shit, I don't talk like chicks I ain't tryna go down by loose lips I'mma jump out boy I'mma jump out, shit How many dumb fuckboys got chased? Like 10 young G's tryna jump in my cabby Had to tell them, no space Cause they all want glide Man they all want ride Man they all want dip dip, blade But I trap trap in the rambo With a big rambo strapped round my waist Got surrounded by 30 man and I got stabbed once Man are way too friendly In the trap house whipping up Wendy Cutting through with a bruck back in a rucksack If you want smoke man, there's plenty Anytime that I catch me a opp I'm whacking him up I ain't touching him gently Like, why the man there screaming "gang"? 'Til I get round there, they all leave their bredrins Like, how many cars have I jumped out of? Man I told Young Febz, "keep running that engine" [Verse 5: Ice] With the shotgun, man strong I don't fist fight I don't fist fight cos my name's not Wong I just rise up the smoke like Bond Let that go, man's gone Gotta bake off for long but let Jakes come Cos I swear I don't sing no songs But them man there catch cases Cos the cameras clock their faces Gotta take that shit through paces Just remember to burn them laces That's why I do my shit all masked up With two goons that won't grass up If I see a opp, let it blast up On the main road, let it charge up Hit a backstreet, let it rass up Bare shells in that dodo dodo Don't wanna see the ting spark up I can do this shit on my own Catch me kicking back in a home Shot two packs on my phone But I stay close to that chrome So I beg man try run up on me I'll rise it up in his zone My packs are coming like clones Straight 10-10 and it's known Like, free my uncle like bones Man got six years for that stones So fuck the pigs and there drones Know they're watching me through my phone Tryna take me off of my throne And I know that they're mad pissed Cos all the P's that I've blown