[Lyric] System (Sin Squad)

[Hook: LR & Skizz]
Banned from the ends, gotta relocate
'Cah the jakes want me in the system (Fuck 'em)
Jakes want me in the system
Gang roll up, crash corn from a distance
Crash corn from a distance
Or get up close and splash man different
Should've had two in the dots
But I got a little love for the .38 Smithon
Banned from the ends, gotta relocate
'Cah the jakes want me in the system (Fuck 'em)
Jakes want me in the system
Gang roll up, crash corn from a distance
Crash corn from a distance
Or get up close and splash man different
Should've had two in the dots
But I got a little love for the .38 Smithon

[Verse 1: Skizz]
When I see opps, I lose my mind
I go insane, I don't know why
Sight
Tryna see my man die
Live
Wet man up 'til he cries
These slugs are mad like Thunder and Lightning
Gotta keep low, feds preein' up my ting
How dare you talk about skengs
On my life if I buck it, I'll blast that skeng
Never beef
I'll bang that heat
3 in the spins, I'll show you it's peak
They act bad but really some neeks (Dickheads)
But really some neeks (Pussies)
Big strap make him drip or drown
Can't wait 'til I beat off rounds
When I lurk in your hood, that's blacked out hoods
Why did Jengz just look at my boobs?
[Hook: LR Skizz]
Banned from the ends, gotta relocate
'Cah the jakes want me in the system (Fuck 'em)
Jakes want me in the system
Gang roll up, crash corn from a distance
Crash corn from a distance
Or get up close and splash man different
Should've had two in the dots
But I got a little love for the .38 Smithon
Banned from the ends, gotta relocate
'Cah the jakes want me in the system (Fuck 'em)
Jakes want me in the system
Gang roll up, crash corn from a distance
Crash corn from a distance
Or get up close and splash man different
Should've had two in the dots
But I got a little love for the .38 Smithon

[Verse 2: LR]
Don't get lost like K in the field
They don't want this beef, it's real
Shout bro x2 to go test this steel
It's like free bro S and Meekz
But preseason you get bunned and pilled
It's like the opp boys wearin' shields
My man got bunned and survived, it's real
Dotty come long so we chopped it off
Now looks same size as Trills
The cats ask what's behind them tills
I do deals on deals, free bro Trills
Can't get caught by no undies
So I'm in the backroads doin' up fields
She wan' fuck wit' a real 'tug
She don't care 'bout the internet punks
Do it like broski Pumpz
Make corn fly out, no KF Munch
When I went low, I flew up cunch
Do it on my Jack Jones wit' my nigga D1
Do it like broski Pumpz
Make corn fly out, no KF Munch
When I went low, I flew up cunch
Do it on my Jack Jones wit' my nigga D1
[Verse 3: Skizz]
Spill man down, Ribena
Hospital bed come red like Trippy
Curtains closed if I back this pole
It's a two man step when I load this blicky
Size over nank don't matter
Bro done got down 3 with the flicky
I love when my 15's soakin'
Covered in guts and it comes all sticky
Bro got bagged for a beater
And the judge tryna slap it wit' an 8
I don't know for the 3x3
Don't chill on their block, they ain't Out Till Late
I'm tryna chop this slate
Same way I'm tryna chop this opp
Spill it, try put him on a top
No way can the politics stop
No half-heart can step with me
If you ain't spill juice, we can't go on a tour
They say it's a flex to drill
But from a young age, man broke that law
Pray an opp boy slip
Hold a 15 inch in your intestine, just look at him pour
Gang got [?] like Saudi, why you think Tizzy's behind them door?
(Free the guys)