Aigons 2

Lyrics

[Intro] H-H-H-H-H-Hargo production Hargo production [Verse 1: J Boy] Pull up on the block, they freeze up Do road with Nina and Nina Bro click that scrams If it don't bang then give them three stripes, Adidas From a young age, been G'd up Sorry B, 'round here we don't do love Just trap and bang, got grams on grams That's white on dark, Ku Klux Stay clued up, they just wanna be boo'd up And I'm tryna get too much Cah this still ain't enough, been juggin' it up All because of money, man move stuff First it was green that we re'd on Then a price for a half was Louboutins Pebble down then we send up cunch And the way bro wash made the locals jump Young boy wanna settle in cunch Bank up then send him right up These shots made the locals come And all these deals made the phone line pump Cah it's not just mics man's pickin' up Gotta make dough doin' different stuff I was on road, that was childhood and book days You jumped on when they mixed it up [Verse 2: S Wavey] Lately I ain't been happy That's all cah the skeng gettin' greased Suttin' got whacked Could've been the AD's or M3 Suttin' got finessed Could've been M Dargg or Jigga And bro we did it like we did it already Double tap, finesse this trigger Catties wan' come to the A I'ma pounce on this puss, call me Tigger Nuttin' like they used to You will get moved to This .44 corn ain't usual Turn your white top red just like soo woo In the station lookin' for blue clues No face, no case, who knew you? Tell them relax G members, nothin' but waps Tryna turn any opp to a pack Grip it and flash, do it and dash Suttin' gettin' splashed Always speakin' facts Man, they see bare friends on telly Night-night, got them drinkin' Henny [Verse 3: Stickz] Fifteen with fifty bangers That was back then Now we get 'round there with hammers I'm never a typer, come like Naira, I got no manners And man can't take my shine And there's never a time I've got no badders Big ranking like Shabba Spliff smoke and pum-pum grabber Big racks, know I'm the dada Stuffed in my jeans, gonna make you stagger Someone got smoked, let me roll up a gramer And the GBG got hammers Leave man closed like red bandanas This shank gettin' used if I back it I pop man clean out his trackie and jacket I jump out on rappers and back it Still get a thrill from creatin' panic Gang might do it in traffic I wind down the windows, aim and slap it Man get the drop, we'll catch it Bro brought his shotty, I might just match it [Verse 4: M Dargg] Might just match it We ain't no saints, no Patrick Got two for my cannon Like Stizz, I'ma aim and slap it in traffic One in the nozzle and five comin' next Then that gear, then that throttle My ting tight, model Black, no Cola but shaped like the bottle What's next? What's next? Bag that yola, send that text Get dope interest from cats that love to inject like insects Hype, the wet side they slidin' I, been lowkey grindin' Yeah, they do what I say S, but my name ain't Simon The mandem jump out This ain't no game but them man play run outs Rescued by run out Thought you was safe in the shop where you hung out The angle will done him Ninety degrees in the shop with my gun out No Sunday bangin' Man's slangin' the home cooked food at mum's house [Outro] Hargo production