[Intro: Leon]
Come on blood. Why you guys hiding?
Come outside
Hahahaha
I love Chris Rich
[Verse 1: Leon]
Helena, your son is dead
We yinged him up, it was me and Tiny
Dumb little prick named BK almost caught me ever so slightly
But the wap done jammed on Leon, what terrible timing
I should smack you up for birthing a pagan, bitch
I’m glad you’re crying
Yo the opps, they hit me up
Say, “Bro, look we’ve had enough”
The scoreboard looking all mad
Big man Leon remains untouched
Yo, Raks and T, they snitch on me
I can’t wait 'til we buck
Aye, Aye, ying up the man
Ying up the man, bare blood and guts
When I kill them two, when I see their eyes
That’s when I'ma ching ‘em
While Raks and T, those pussios hide
BK turned victim
And T told gang I’m done, he lied
Now he’s gonna get chinged in
And he sent BK after me and he died
Unlimited dippings
And when me and bro bro lean out the ride
Better see bare man tripping
And I see the snaps say, “Bro fly high”
Rest in piss you victim
These man gonna be on the news at 9
Coming up dead or missing
And his gun did bust but at least he tried
BK’s dead, I’m vicious
[Verse 2: Tiny]
All of my opps are jokers, them man should be on comedy central (funny)
I don’t play fair or gentle, talk about points then I’ve got several (loads)
Your mum got squirt in her face then sent to the grave on an accidental
If that was me, I’d be in the rental with a thousand teeth I ain’t talking about dental
BK got it fourteen times, he went and then got put in that spliff
And how can you fuck with them bros, T and Raks is a well-known snitch (joker)
Maz is a well known bitch, raps good in songs but don’t come to the bits
Suck your mum, she got put in a spliff
You know where I’m at, I’m out on the strip
I’m out on the strip, what’s goodie?
Please don’t gamble your life like bookie (don’t do it)
Me and Leon put blades in hoodies
Life on the fritz, they crumble cookies
Dem man are pussy just like nookie
First ching at fourteen, I can’t be a rookie
Your boy’s a snitch, damn how could he?
He try to take shots just like lookie (joker)
But he failed, he never pass exam (no way)
He nearly got sent to hell
Me and Leon my bro from knee-high
No seaside but we both got shells
I swear I’m in love with this mash
I could never love no girl
Straight gunshots if I get in tail
[Verse 3: H.I.T.A]
Grab that, bust it, fuck it, dig it, fuck it, grab him, ying him, ying him
Hear that blow, leave your ears all ringin’
Ask our Smith, I ain’t spy a drillin'
T hits notes, heard dem man singin'
BK got put in a spliff, I’m billin'
Put down ops in Gucci linen, go home, get neck from bougie women
Run up on you on my ones, I’m a loner
I saw your boy Jay just got put in a coma
Pussio yute, I can smell the aroma
Mask on my face, I don’t care about Corona
Hands in the air like their vibes and they’re ravin'
Petrol bath washing my sins when I’m bathin'
Shave him, shave him, somebody save him
Nurses and doctors try but they’re failin'
Lil' op boys wanna bang for the hood, hood
Jump out, yo what’s good?
Block parties, leave your brains in your hood
Spare no one when I’m up in the shoobz
Send my ops man’s peace, tryna balance the evil
Don’t try and stunt like you’re Evel Knievel
Bust up on him cos he might just get recalled
My main she bad, gotta shout out my people
Demons, demons
Matter of fact, I'ma see you this evening
Run up on me, then somebody’s bleeding
Interview room, ain’t nobody speaking
All of the ops in jail, yo free ‘em
Talk about murder, I don’t believe them
Even good yutes vibes to my raps
Yo jump in the ride, shotgun and we leaning
Come on blood. Why you guys hiding?
Come outside
Hahahaha
I love Chris Rich
[Verse 1: Leon]
Helena, your son is dead
We yinged him up, it was me and Tiny
Dumb little prick named BK almost caught me ever so slightly
But the wap done jammed on Leon, what terrible timing
I should smack you up for birthing a pagan, bitch
I’m glad you’re crying
Yo the opps, they hit me up
Say, “Bro, look we’ve had enough”
The scoreboard looking all mad
Big man Leon remains untouched
Yo, Raks and T, they snitch on me
I can’t wait 'til we buck
Aye, Aye, ying up the man
Ying up the man, bare blood and guts
When I kill them two, when I see their eyes
That’s when I'ma ching ‘em
While Raks and T, those pussios hide
BK turned victim
And T told gang I’m done, he lied
Now he’s gonna get chinged in
And he sent BK after me and he died
Unlimited dippings
And when me and bro bro lean out the ride
Better see bare man tripping
And I see the snaps say, “Bro fly high”
Rest in piss you victim
These man gonna be on the news at 9
Coming up dead or missing
And his gun did bust but at least he tried
BK’s dead, I’m vicious
[Verse 2: Tiny]
All of my opps are jokers, them man should be on comedy central (funny)
I don’t play fair or gentle, talk about points then I’ve got several (loads)
Your mum got squirt in her face then sent to the grave on an accidental
If that was me, I’d be in the rental with a thousand teeth I ain’t talking about dental
BK got it fourteen times, he went and then got put in that spliff
And how can you fuck with them bros, T and Raks is a well-known snitch (joker)
Maz is a well known bitch, raps good in songs but don’t come to the bits
Suck your mum, she got put in a spliff
You know where I’m at, I’m out on the strip
I’m out on the strip, what’s goodie?
Please don’t gamble your life like bookie (don’t do it)
Me and Leon put blades in hoodies
Life on the fritz, they crumble cookies
Dem man are pussy just like nookie
First ching at fourteen, I can’t be a rookie
Your boy’s a snitch, damn how could he?
He try to take shots just like lookie (joker)
But he failed, he never pass exam (no way)
He nearly got sent to hell
Me and Leon my bro from knee-high
No seaside but we both got shells
I swear I’m in love with this mash
I could never love no girl
Straight gunshots if I get in tail
[Verse 3: H.I.T.A]
Grab that, bust it, fuck it, dig it, fuck it, grab him, ying him, ying him
Hear that blow, leave your ears all ringin’
Ask our Smith, I ain’t spy a drillin'
T hits notes, heard dem man singin'
BK got put in a spliff, I’m billin'
Put down ops in Gucci linen, go home, get neck from bougie women
Run up on you on my ones, I’m a loner
I saw your boy Jay just got put in a coma
Pussio yute, I can smell the aroma
Mask on my face, I don’t care about Corona
Hands in the air like their vibes and they’re ravin'
Petrol bath washing my sins when I’m bathin'
Shave him, shave him, somebody save him
Nurses and doctors try but they’re failin'
Lil' op boys wanna bang for the hood, hood
Jump out, yo what’s good?
Block parties, leave your brains in your hood
Spare no one when I’m up in the shoobz
Send my ops man’s peace, tryna balance the evil
Don’t try and stunt like you’re Evel Knievel
Bust up on him cos he might just get recalled
My main she bad, gotta shout out my people
Demons, demons
Matter of fact, I'ma see you this evening
Run up on me, then somebody’s bleeding
Interview room, ain’t nobody speaking
All of the ops in jail, yo free ‘em
Talk about murder, I don’t believe them
Even good yutes vibes to my raps
Yo jump in the ride, shotgun and we leaning
( Leon X Tiny X H.I.T.A )
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