Times Three

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[Intro] LA BEATZ RV [Verse 1: RV] My young boy wanna do drills, tryna be like me when I was his age I used to get 'round there and try shave man's head, I ain't talking 'bout skin fades I move weight from my trap phone, I don't really care 'bout gym day When I say I'm a savage, it's more than the name of my mixtape All the points that I've scored on the field, I should be 99 on FIFA He thinks she's a keeper 'till he found out that RV jeet her I would spend years in a cell if I get nicked with the ting in my trunks Might go coo' and grab that beater, now I got a beam on my hand like Frieza [Verse 2: PS] Hope somebody trippy, I'll leave man red Hitsquad step Get it correct, man just pull up and leave man wet Riding, got a theme park on deck Hitsquad, everyone knows my set Show him hell with the kitchen, my team got chefs Do it like Kweng, lean and shoot If it weren't Bruce or Bruski, then it was probably YK or Snoop If he rides, I'm riding too, no, I don't ask YG or who And I don't know nuttin' 'bout sponsors but I still scream free DSQ Free DSQ [Verse 3: Kwengface] Bae said let someone else go out that food, why always you? Two hands when I lean and shoot, got two hands when I bruck this food Splash man down in my jeans, now they look like DSQ's I'm in O with strategic moves, I'm just tryna do me, not you I got gyaldem callin' me cute, but I'm a crash bandit .38, baby Bruce ain't lazy, PS rise and tap it Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm's here, don't panic Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm's here, don't panic [Verse 4: RV] Four door truck anytime man step, won't see RV on no Vespa Anytime my trigger finger itches, I know it ain't 'cause I got eczema I put wraps on scales, any waps on sale, I'm a good investor Used to go park and test it, now I just take it there for a tester I just wanna stack my papers Even though I rap and I'm famous, still see opps and back my shavers Better just run, don't act courageous Make man curl up like a pack of Quavers Bitch said that the beef ting childish, me and my son got matching trainers [Verse 5: PS] Look, don't act like a arse cah man get slapped like a arse Pull swords out like Anglo-Saxons, man turn pack from the anglo arms Or, man just lean and pop like a elbow drop, man angled the arms No bang to bang man bang on the arm, shit, have man chatting to God No, I ain't making no diss songs Just run up in Choice like I want that, I want his one I like backs, I like big bums, lighties, I like brownings and thick ones We ride with them big guns, strapped up, no seatbelt, we crash this one Nigga Hitsquad [Verse 6: Kwengface] Tell them it's Brexit If you ain't in it or with it, then best hit that exit I been up in cunch, trappin' for months, only right that I'm flexin' Now feds tryna do me for PWITS, tryna link me to tex'es Bro said the wrong thing so I cheffed him Lurk and pivot On the M way hitting a hundred with a bad B and she think I wan' kill it Yo, I just see feds in the ends spinning ahead, I ain't holding a spinach They know us man be the realest, drillers and chingers, us man did it