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letra de reality - madmax (ngang)

[verse]
step on volts like who’s on who
them man lie for the boos, splash how i move, i’m a diligent goon
ask a man what happened that day, my one inch fl!cky did him in two
i get my man live on the cam, me, ts and yj too
so how can these gems talk rude?
and they know what we do
sh-t then, f-ck, it’s mad
and the n-ggas they know what we do
if you tresp-ssing you get gooed
that’s tomato ketchup on you
mad feds tryna do him up too
qbo or smg too
we circle your block like we’re tryna find you
we run their block, not them
bruck back there and the bullets all bent
these bullets got a name of a friend
why you think they call me nutsloos-m-nts?
drill, drill on a man’s best friend
qb bop then we inject chest
step and splash that’s what we know best
them dargs, always tryna get the first fetch
sh-t then, uh uh, that’s smoke in the bag
and we step round there, ’bout 2am and i swear that a man got splashed
i bet they know about that
don’t try back your shank to do dash
they tell lies and we telling facts
on my guys, i put that sh-t on gang
tap skeng and m should know about that
and these man had these punks tryna chat my name
but the ramsey went straight through, came with the ‘shh’ that would’ve been a k
but bro told me there’s always another day
splash, your olders get chinged same way
and it’s mad ‘cos i know the neeks are all lame
when we come, they always show batty not face
run, trip up and splash up your mates
run, run, come back for your son
applying the pressure, you know it’s mad
rambo dripping, kick back lifting
how many times have we been out fishing on the lurk for a victim?
oh good riddens, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil’ chickens
you dumb lil’ chickens, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil’ chickens
tryna splash man down on some violence
you lil’ creeps don’t f-ck with the trident
how many times has a man been gliding?
trip up, splash, your man’s inspired
krs or kr you
creep up, splash, your man on the news
how many times we ducked down yutes like remember that time that we came for you
tap skeng, m, jump up crew
big man don’t lie to your crew
two fl!ckys up and six man blew
izzy bent his shank then blew
run arf and left you abused
stammer, trip up, it could’ve been you
don’t drew up, drop to get chewed
cave in the chest that’s two times two
like let’s get chingy
late night on the glide, me and bro on the mindis
man don’t dip that shank with force
she was on twos now she on all fours
grip up on her back then whine for the more
splash little man for the violent talk
pull up on your block that’s sliding doors
bare man dash, they don’t wanna get board
what you know about hammers and swords?
uncle bangz are often all thoughts
that’s bare spillage on the floor
tryna get a void down and all sorts
i’m tapped on my head when i got thot thoughts
devilish smoke when i’m going on a talk
when we circle the block like seven times more
they talk on my name like man’s from poor
sh-t then, uh uh, that’s smoke in the bag
like i said that sh-t already
sh-t then, uh uh, that’s uncs or sav
back out the dots, you don’t wanna get grabbed
splash man’s soul, man we do it so bad
creep and kweng when we lurk on the flats
i heard that my man got down bad
sh-t them, f-ck then, your mates should’ve ran
how did they cut man, and let you get blammed?
and let you get cheffed
a man got kweffed man, tell me who’s next
dishin’ out l!cks ‘cos the boy there pressed
they still give verbal abuse on the net
dash from benz when the shanks on deck
don’t back your shank to do legs, more time when we catch you, you’re doing up jet
skeet skeet! that’s them man running away
how many times have we backed that mash?
and we don’t go crash on the lane
you dumb lil’ nerds try tarnish me
they could never put dirt on my name
cos we bang them every other day
so f-ck all they lads they gotta say

- madmax ngang

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