Put on the news

Lyrics

[Intro] Mirica made this one Zenith LK Active Gxng AG step and leave man stretched Ay, ay, ay [Verse 1] Ay, this a direct message Post up and posts will come, no invite Tryna get that heart, if I could twice Grip two hands on the 12" like midnight (bow, bow) If I don't ride, surely pigs fly Ask that prick, I'll tear out his insides I don't make these songs to incite I'm just tryna show you my insight Buck into them and you know we was on site Back long-knives, chase down ching-ching guys (ching, ching) The opps ain't got no heart My own eyes see ten run from one knife Most of these guys just bad boys online In rеal life they ain't been on one ridе (not one) I'm in the Q3 with S and SY, tryna get away from one time (skrr, skrr) C2 got away two times Shh turned pack, it was third time lucky (haha) Bro got a mask and gun like Berlin I got a mask and knife like Chucky Aigon bop, Pop Smoke like Rocky Bismi'llāh, then load that brucky (ay) Bad B said fuck her, bae don't give no F's, she just wan' uck me [Chorus] It don't make sense How you talk smoke and got no smoke? If I come now, can't call your friend There's no life-lines on these roads You might get put on the news at 10 Couldn't throw half of that in post We got Henny pourin' Henny Cah his guy got turned to a ghost, yo I swear me and bro just way to alike Late night with gang in the ride Bro said "Come, let's go on a glide" I was like "Fuck, how you read my mind?" Ding-dong whips and hunting knifes When me SY go hunting guys We circle once, then circle twice We circled 1st, then we circled Five [Verse 2] They just jump on the net and diss me Give me a drop and I get round quickly Three man step, tryna leave man six feet Have the whole borough in section 60 This corn here for a man, no wayo Get a man down then we get down pickney There's no way I'll sleep on a vio Now you got "Long live Shh" in your bio Let's glide, I got no chill These bells come fat like Uncle Phil 12 Gauge short like Carlton It got chopped, it used to be tall like Will Juice gets spilled, zoots get billed Come like Match of the Day The way we bake in the trap and then glide on drills Wait for the call like Willy Hill Or is it a confirmed kill? Don't catch feelings, we catch bodies And we don't care how your mum feels Mask on chinging, grinning Pray CCTV, don't catch my grills Fuck peace, rest in piss It's war, Ceemizz got put in a RAW See man buckle, fall on the floor Get bored, scream "Stop, what you tek this for?" He got ignored and chinged up more Civilians watch in awe, war is war (oh shit) Of course my soldiers steppin' Feel like James when I grip this force Two in the Q, that's 007 I'm from the 1st and fuck with 7s If I don't catch him, Greasy get him [Chorus] It don't make sense How you talk smoke and got no smoke? If I come now, can't call your friend There's no life-lines on these roads You might get put on the news at 10 Couldn't throw half of that in post We got Henny pourin' Henny 'Cah his guy got turned to a ghost, yo I swear me and bro just way too alike Late night with gang in the ride Bro said "Come, let's go on a glide" I was like "Fuck, how you read my mind?" Ding-dong whips and hunting knives When me SY go hunting guys We circle once, then circle twice We circled First, then we circled Five It don't make sense How you talk smoke and got no smoke? If I come now, can't call your friend There's no life-lines on these roads You might get put on the news at 10 Couldn't throw half of that in post We got Henny pourin' Henny 'Cah his guy got turned to a ghost, yo [Outro] I swear me and bro just way too alike Mirica mde this one Bro said "Come, let's go on a glide" I was like "Fuck, how you read my mind?" Zenith LK We circle once, then circle twice We circled First, then we circled Five