Unruly

Lyrics

(Oh Shit!) (How many times have we done ten toes on violent intentions?) (Hitsquad, baby) [Verse 1: Dsqueezo] Fuck the ends, I show it no love Anyone can get rolled on and get smoked up Gyallie on me like my rammy on me But I told that one "yo, chill" cah I got a golden ting at home Ratchet ting tryna get me killed, like Who's Badder Than me? Before they Moscow March and then lean Knockoutned got splashed in McDees Yo beg you check out the scoreboard please All of my squad's been scoring b Fuck all my opps garn' drown all your gs 17k , still gotta deal with them Brandon yutes Them man tweak, nah they ain't bad Man's got strikers with 3 points each thats 6ixshot and PSav Plus man got two Affs Dat just load the dotty and crash 2 Ramz and a Red Bull Man slept in the Brandon flats Them boy there retweet they ain't put in work like Max and D Skid on your block 300 degrees The way I rev this bitch you woulda thought I was tryna Moscow lean But baby I'm MoscowK Fuck all the Russians, like Max said Catch one of them, more than Russians HitSquadK, you know they're buzzing Bare new donnies in your squad Got me and gang just chilling like 'Broad day when Tizzy T nearly turnt into a ghost And when DQ was with his bitch and got splashed up by post And when big bro and little bro got done up on the main road Niggas say I'm too rude But hear what man's rude and bad Finesse man's work, now my trap phone Metro booming akh I do it for P, I do it for Squeeze, I do it for Max 125 on any opp block Splash anyone that's screaming out gang M Way trips man's taking risks cah we just hotboxed this whip 17k, 17k not Wooly or NPK How can you look at your boy in his face? When you were there when I drenched his face Ayo donny how many times have I been outside your mum's bit? AR on a PCX with dotty skidding down John Ruskin Peckham to Wooly man's doing up ching 125 or pushbike man get round there last time I done ten toes done scored nearly took me off the strip Nuttin Ain't Changed, Zone 2 step with my 15 inch Free 6ix, been smacking niggas on the wing [Verse 2: PS] Like How many immigrants have we cheffed? Scoreboard's all ments Ned's consitently getting cheffed It's PS, ching man's chest Or arm, belly and leg Splash man then go training, how many paigons bled in Pecks? That's why I can't rate them faggots Kweng been stepping with skengs, if I was them I'd be embarrassed Miss me with all of the rapping HitSquad bucks you and what happens? HitSquad hit dons, not this song, cah we been doing stabbings We was like 6 man up still twist man up yeah we do the maddest And it's good for my lungs Cah, if I ain't running from jakes, then if they see me they run Get man down in public, funfair shit yeah we've been moving dumb Had man speaking in Tongues Breathing from one, they see me it's long They ain't put in no work, no little dirt, this ain't what they wanted Some HitSquad shit, hit dons quick like the yute we got down in Nunhead Splash man up in McDees, bros and my g, we ain't thinking 'bout college Get dipped and shit next day bro kicked it shit's and w're being honest Yeah that short black Menace You might as well call man Dennis They just hate cah back in the day, them man got taxed no credit And I turned the roads to a restaurant with all of that cheffing And, it's like who's that, is that Brandon cheff my man or his denim PS, I love all my Zone 2's but it's HitSquad baby I'm OJ, it's no games I hit man's neck no safety She all calling me boo, throwing up 2, I'm like this one's feisty Got a kitchen and I'm itching, I've been pissed off lately Man got done twice up in Pecks, can't you tell it's a no-go? Who's that what's that Zone 2 boy make Moscow jump like pogo Hold up Moscow March and then lean, 'bout Moscow March and then lean more like Moscow March and then bleed me Dun Talkin' like Kojo PS. I'm on BS shout my Brandon splashers Like me and 6ix, wrapping up grown men we ain't had no manners They don't want no war, I'm like Thor, get round there with hammers Fuck BSide when we ride, get round and do mazzas