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Razz
Ay
Nizzy, look

[Karma:]
Nizzy Narm's where it started
I don't give a fuck 'bout Harlem
Thought they was on, now I see they're half-hearted
Hella man talk like the can't get touched
But they can get touched, nutting but targets
Opps get cold feet, no carpets
Gang slap waps, gang puff and pass it
Bark it, do it like Vegeta and blast it
Wet man's polo, no homo, I'm tryna touch man's heart
He got-got cah he weren't that fast
Or was he just taking a jog?
T-T shirt, bally or mask on my face
No face, I ain't taking it off (No way)
GB's dead, I'm baking it off
Billing SK next, still I'm baking it off
True say, I'm only five foot nine
Sometimes I wish that I could've been taller (I do)
SK's dead, he should've done F
GB's dead, he could've been a baller (Ah)
And, Denz didn't beat that case
But he beat that wap like a next man's daughter (Free Denz)
My face coming like no caller
Unknown, no ID, no sorter

[Trizzac:]
(Trizzla)
We use GB for rizz (Yes)
We use SA for chip
Their boss Incog got dipped
Pissed, call that a Moscow spliff
In fact, call that a opp boy zoot
I swear I love girls that throw up 2 (I love 'em)
From kway been tightening screws
Like Karma, out of line, no cue, two (Out of line)
We the most villainous crew, yes, very notorious gang
You know in your head, pray it don't jam
This fairy's big and yes, it will bang
You'd think that I'm white and racist
Don't like niggas like the Ku Klux Klan
Fire on their block, they don't hang
'Cause we pull up, that's me and gang
These opps tryna keep me fit
When they see Trizz, they panic and sprint
She sees me, start smile and wave
I think she's giving me hints
It was Kweng with the mop, no cleaner
They don't take shots, them man are keepers
Free Kenz, he was way too eager
We chinged that yute 'til he had a seizure

[Kwengface:]
You don't wanna see us in a 2.2
Three man, tryna leave man leaner
This gyal says she wanna go Hacks or not
But she don't wanna hold this beater
Got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife
Tryna take man's soul like the reaper
I ain't no PE teacher
Make a opp boy do a hundred meter
Yo, two and a shoe in a pot
Watch that lock, nutting but prof'
I just linked JT for a tester, mad ting
Watch man dribble and cough
OT setting up shops
Better link me in doors cah the roads too hot
Most of these yutes been bummy
Sitting at home, doing up squat
Yo, someone's lying, innit? (Innit?)
How many opps we billin'? (Haha)
I could talk about opps all day
But everyone knows that us man's winning (That's true)
Yo, most of my opps are gimmicks
Had bare talk 'till the Ruger hit him
I'm on the M-way with the 252
I'd better not hold me a spinach (No)

[Snoop:]
They keep tryna link me to murders
I ain't gotta go no further (Nope)
Opp got left for dead
*** never looked back, he just put on his burners
I don't even know who's *** (Uh?)
Out back and my blade got fed (Bow)
And when GB done got shot, *** played out dead (Dead)
I backed that dotty on ***
And I backed that dotty on ***
And I've slapped that dotty at ***
And I slapped that .9 at ***
And I slapped that dotty on ***
Black and his mates when his friends done dasheen (Dasheen)
And I slapped that yute in Camden
And I saw two blackies walking in trackies
All of South London know I'm on badness (Badness)
Even the jakes know I'm active
I ain't no smoker
Hop on the ride and everyone looks like Snoop needs catching
*** up in the zoots, but *** up on my boot
Kay, though he was gonna get lamped
Cah I was on my line when I was high off balloons

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