Song: Quick Kill
Year: 2021
Viewed: 2 - Published at: 6 years ago

[Intro]
Ay
Shouts out Moderate
Ay
Shouts out my endocrinologist Dr Patel

Aite come on, ay

[Verse]
It's not a peace pipe it's a percy

Flip that crack
Cop that spice
Drip so hard
Gotta keep it in rice
I got one shooter
Do it for Jollof rice
Phone blowin up
Like, aite

Eazy, can I get a g
Can i get a q
I'm in N16 where are you
Smelly bag on me next to my colostomy
Just some spice and some p
Some readies
Some wonga
5'8
But I got a 6'6 don from Tonga
I'm on his shoulders, he's like an exoskeleton
Got a couple man, no divas
Couple lowlifes, couple schemers
Step to me and it's suicide
Spittin some audio Psilocybe
Bad b sippin on my ding-a-ling
Your beat on Steph's ting
Heard she go down, quick
Like lickety-split
Does the splits, then it's lickety-spit

That man's under your skin like ringworm
Got a nine-incher
No Grey Worm
Come like
J.S., J.S. that Jason Statham or Johnny Sins
I do fraud and food that's pins and needles
Cah I been sat in this whip all day
With a brick of the spice and a K of the K
Got a couple years in the game
Couple credit cards in your name
Just copped a OLED LCD LED TV
Just to watch Nina Hartley
Pull up get skewered like kebab
Your g in the cut like a scab
I been waitin on this one
I was in pen with a bread sandwich
I was in the pen no bandwidth
I was in the pen no pen
Had to write in blood and semen
Now I hear this track from who?
JC, no mention, he'll jump in a beef for attention
Pen me a 16 but he don't know me
Saw him at Sundance not in Cannes
He's a paigan
In the woods with a woody
Cap with the bells like noddy
Jokeman, court jester
Claiming king
Bow when a real king enter
Fronts
Acts like he does ten toes, really joe-shmo/
Dead-flows does twinkle toes
I'm movin like Judy, trust me
Just me, no jury
Tyson no fury
Man caught feelins off a jezza
Then he got booted like Corbyn

Your mother shit on herself giving birth
Nurse said wow it's siamese
Are you really on this
Cuz I'll send a man Londis
Send a man to Costcutter
Came for the fakes like the bladerunner
Next time you try cc me
I will make the last thing you see me
Can't spin me, I'm a spin doctor, call me Malcom Tucker
T-t-tucker
I can spin you with a S-s-stutter
Churn jobs like b-b-butter
Spice on the stove, it's the c-c-cutter
Where my YG young smelly
He's lurkin at your backdoor
Juke you in the belly
Guts spillin on the floor
Then I'm billin up a raw
Once I settled that score
Back on the road with a couple of scores
Pull up in a polo
Get the shank in and out like a yo-yo
[Outro]
Yoyo, yoyoyo
Don't play with me fam
Don't play man, it's no games

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