[Intro: Producer Tag]
X10
[Verse 1: KayyKayy]
Sinsquad way too steppy, messy
We scored on O and J
Run a man down with my blade all ready
Chest, neck, back, or belly
Free Z, free Z
Used to love that semi
One in the head, no headie
Free Trilly, pressured the pitch like Messi
Got him on the wing like Jesse
[Verse 2: Bully B]
I slapped corn in the 9
The whole of the block took bine
She wit' it, she wit' what?
She better get out the firing line
Beef with the L sounds like suicidе
If you try glide then you bettеr do it right
If you wanna run, make sure your shoes tied
Or get knocked wit' Snoochie Shy
[Verse 3: 6ix]
Civilians screaming out "He ain't a bad man"
We know, he ain't like that
If you're on us, come fight back
I don't know how they jump on tracks and lie in raps, that shit is cap
Don't be movin' like a handicap
If I was there, it would've been a wrap
And that's straight facts
[Verse 4: LR]
Lack, lack, get twisted
No rambo, so I step wit' my kitchen
How you tryna walk on roads wit' gyal?
You can't get passed if you ain't from this district
Man talk shit and they still get fisted
He should've left with stitches
But he left limpin', so I'm still grinnin' (But he left limpin', so I'm still)
[Verse 5: KayyKayy]
Buck into opps, they're shy like Snoochie
Buck into Jigga and act like "Who's he?"
I slide like Drizzy, glizzy, Toosie
We're shootin' movie clips, boosie
The bells ain't little like Durk and Uzi
Turn a litch car to a whooptie
Hop out the ride, give him more than a two piece
Left that wet like my shorty's coochie
[Verse 6: Bully B]
Lemme get my hands on Headie or Tion
And I'll show bout' celebrity juice
Numerous drills got done by man
Numerous drills got done by bruce
'Round here, we don't spin no coupe
Just reverse it quick, hop out and shoot
And if you hear Ty skiddin' in the 2's
Just know me and bruce tried put him in a zoot
[Verse 7: 6ix]
We tried get him, but we got his friend
Oh shit, that shit was ments
Corn woulda took off a big man's head
But instead, he fled
I'm tryna leave him covered in red
It ain't no biggie, the flag ain't red
I thought that they said RV run Tottenham
My man don't lift, and ran out of options
Then he got left unconscious, that shit was obnoxious
[Verse 8: LR]
Hit the next right, it's feds I'm dodgin'
I don't like them, they don't like man
So if I see 'em, I'm doin' up Sonic
Gimme the ting, I'll rise and pop it
My man got strangled, got hit wit' the combo
Now, he's on Twitter bout' football gossip
[Verse 9: KayyKayy]
He try come to the L, got hit with a bell
Shoulda patterned artillery
Four man deep wit' four ramzies, tryna plot on the gang, but they had an epiphany
K1 get me high, heard he's a family guy, but it don't mean shit to me
Now, my man's off the pills, link me in the field
Get drilled, put you out of your misery
Didn't ask bro if he's rollin', bruck it open
Put two in the dots and smoke him
Ain't gotta get no drop, you'll leak on your block
If you buck into me while patrollin'
Not into the moanin', I'm not controllin'
Whip it out, suck, slow motion
JV is a G like EST
If I'm goin', he's forever rollin'
X10
[Verse 1: KayyKayy]
Sinsquad way too steppy, messy
We scored on O and J
Run a man down with my blade all ready
Chest, neck, back, or belly
Free Z, free Z
Used to love that semi
One in the head, no headie
Free Trilly, pressured the pitch like Messi
Got him on the wing like Jesse
[Verse 2: Bully B]
I slapped corn in the 9
The whole of the block took bine
She wit' it, she wit' what?
She better get out the firing line
Beef with the L sounds like suicidе
If you try glide then you bettеr do it right
If you wanna run, make sure your shoes tied
Or get knocked wit' Snoochie Shy
[Verse 3: 6ix]
Civilians screaming out "He ain't a bad man"
We know, he ain't like that
If you're on us, come fight back
I don't know how they jump on tracks and lie in raps, that shit is cap
Don't be movin' like a handicap
If I was there, it would've been a wrap
And that's straight facts
[Verse 4: LR]
Lack, lack, get twisted
No rambo, so I step wit' my kitchen
How you tryna walk on roads wit' gyal?
You can't get passed if you ain't from this district
Man talk shit and they still get fisted
He should've left with stitches
But he left limpin', so I'm still grinnin' (But he left limpin', so I'm still)
[Verse 5: KayyKayy]
Buck into opps, they're shy like Snoochie
Buck into Jigga and act like "Who's he?"
I slide like Drizzy, glizzy, Toosie
We're shootin' movie clips, boosie
The bells ain't little like Durk and Uzi
Turn a litch car to a whooptie
Hop out the ride, give him more than a two piece
Left that wet like my shorty's coochie
[Verse 6: Bully B]
Lemme get my hands on Headie or Tion
And I'll show bout' celebrity juice
Numerous drills got done by man
Numerous drills got done by bruce
'Round here, we don't spin no coupe
Just reverse it quick, hop out and shoot
And if you hear Ty skiddin' in the 2's
Just know me and bruce tried put him in a zoot
[Verse 7: 6ix]
We tried get him, but we got his friend
Oh shit, that shit was ments
Corn woulda took off a big man's head
But instead, he fled
I'm tryna leave him covered in red
It ain't no biggie, the flag ain't red
I thought that they said RV run Tottenham
My man don't lift, and ran out of options
Then he got left unconscious, that shit was obnoxious
[Verse 8: LR]
Hit the next right, it's feds I'm dodgin'
I don't like them, they don't like man
So if I see 'em, I'm doin' up Sonic
Gimme the ting, I'll rise and pop it
My man got strangled, got hit wit' the combo
Now, he's on Twitter bout' football gossip
[Verse 9: KayyKayy]
He try come to the L, got hit with a bell
Shoulda patterned artillery
Four man deep wit' four ramzies, tryna plot on the gang, but they had an epiphany
K1 get me high, heard he's a family guy, but it don't mean shit to me
Now, my man's off the pills, link me in the field
Get drilled, put you out of your misery
Didn't ask bro if he's rollin', bruck it open
Put two in the dots and smoke him
Ain't gotta get no drop, you'll leak on your block
If you buck into me while patrollin'
Not into the moanin', I'm not controllin'
Whip it out, suck, slow motion
JV is a G like EST
If I'm goin', he's forever rollin'
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