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nizzy narms where it started
i don’t give a f-ck bout —
thought they were on now i see they’re half-hearted
h-lla man talk like they can’t get touched but you can get touched nuttin but target
opps get cold feet no carpets,gang shout wass gang puff and pass it
bark it do it like vegeta and blast it
wet mans polo no h0m- i’m tryna touch mans heart
he got-got cah he weren’t that fast,or was he just takin a jog
t-t strap bally on,mask my face i ain’t takin it off (no way)
incogs dead he should’ve done m, cjs dead could’ve been a baller
denz didn’t beat that case but he beat that was like next mans daughter (free denz)
my face coming like no caller,unknown,no id,no sorter

trizzac:
we used gb for rizz
we used bis for a chip
there boss incog got dipped call that a moscow spliff
call that an oppboy zoot,i swear i love girls that throw up 2
from kway i been tightening screws,like karma out of line no cue,two
we the most villainous crew, yes very notorious gang
you know in your head pray it won’t jam
this fairys big and yes it will bang
you think i’m white and racist don’t like n-ggas like the ku klux klan (i don’t like em!)
fire up their block they don’t hang cuz we pull up that’s me and gang
these opps tryna keep me fit
when they see triz they panick and sprint
tings see me they smile and wink i think she’s giving me hints
it was kweng with the mop,no cleaner,they don’t take shots they’re keepers
free kenz he was way to eager chinged that yute till he had a seizure

kwengface:
you don’t wanna see us in the 2.2 3 man tryna leave man leaner
this girl says she wanna go hacks or not but she dont wanna hold this beater
got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife tryna take mans soul like the reaper
i ain’t no pe teacher make a opp boy do a 100 metre
two in a shoe in a pot watch that lock nuttin but prof
i just linked jt for a tester mad ting watch man dribble and cough
ot setting up shots better link me indoors cah the roads too hot
most of these yutes been bummy sitting at home doing up squat
someone’s lying innit,how many opps we billin
i can talk about opps all day but everybody knows that us man winning
most my opps are gimmicks had bare talk till the ruger hit him
i’m on the m-way with a 2-5-2 i better not hold me a spinach

snoop:
they keep tryna link me to murders
i ain’t gotta go no further
gb got left for dead madmax never looked back just put it on his burners
i don’t even know whose — back out my blade got fed
and when — done got shot — played out dead
i backed that dotty at —(insert sonic ring)
and i backed that dotty at —(insert sonic ring)
and i slapped that dotty at —(insert sonic ring)
and i slapped .9 at — (insert sonic rings)
and i slapped that dotty on —
blackin his mates when his friends turned dasheen
and i slapped that yute in — when i saw 2 black yutes walkin in trackies
from south london know i’m on badness
even the jakes know i’m active
i ain’t no smoker hop out the ride and everyone looks like snoop best catch him
incogs up in the zoots,but — up in my blue
— thought he was gonna get loud cuz i was on my live when i was high off balloons

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