Judas

Lyrics
[Intro] MoneyEvery on the track [Verse 1] Numerous chingings And he still wants to talk about scores When he got bored and done no chingings Skid round there with my R-O-D (crankers) And do more fishings (ching) Crowley yutes at night At my side have my jail side sitting I was Thameside livin' Late nights on the phone to my missus But they couldn't keep me in the system (no way) Still get cheffed in your wisdom (ching) Push my 15 then twist it (ching ching) Pull up with my Bruce He's tryna slap corn from a distance (clapback) Get dipped in your head and chest I don't care if your Muslim or Christian (don't give a toss) Feeling like Bryson Tiller and Rihanna I've been getting them wild, wild thoughts Tryna hit a body Leave em on the floor Outlined by the chalks (dead up) Always got my cutlery But I leave the spoon and I had to leave the fork (got my shank) Team full of messy eaters pouring way too much of that sauce (pouring) They slapped one and they had no teeth Running in shops, no heart you neek Judas tryna buck double O 3 Blood on pave Blood on streets Knockout already got it in McDees Zone 2 sweep John Ruskin Street (opps) Rhyno n' Loosescrew got it times 3 Why the hell do I beef these neeks (why?) [Hook] Judas Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave it toothless PS no safety and I'm crazy but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!) And I'm like Judas (Judas) Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave it toothless PS no safety and I'm crazy but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!) And I'm like Judas (Judas) [Verse 2] With Zone 2 drillers and HitSquad hitters (two) I'm a Zone 2 stepper Pecknarm baby plug for the largest dippers Shave man's head no cancer (shanks) I should call these shanks head clippers My guys are Aryan racists We hate them 17 niggas Man fuck them 17 niggas (for the opps) Super gassed and super savage Probably LR that did the damage No NCS we did the challenge We didn't even start the man running rammage Bruce got that pump no flat tyre Buss that ting like Quagmire She wants my wood for her campfire March you ain't, you're a damn liar No sentence we got dots (dots) No janitor we got mops (mops) I want MAC10s I want Uzis I swear down I want a lot (want it all) Kwengface likes to bang a lot Kick down doors for the prof' My white don he's got Charlie, so now we call him Sloth Man, machine, in them cunch spots Everyday you hear gun shots Had grub with no lunchbox It's all fun and game until one drops Man, machine, in them cunch spots Everyday you hear gun shots Had grub with no lunchbox It's all fun and game until one drops [Hook] Judas Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked, let me rinse it off and leave it toothless PS no safety and I'm crazy, but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!) And I'm like Judas (Judas) Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback) Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave it toothless PS no safety and I'm crazy but you knew this (free Bruce) Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!)
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- Trizzac