What Is the Score
(专辑: Search & Destroy - 2018)
Big motherfucking waps Big motherfucking racks Big clips 6
shit Mans pulling up, jogging on niggas Yeah, alla dat 6
gang with the
opps on man Cah they know we do drillings Go check out the
bootings Check out the
chingings .44's, 10 toes with the
dots 6
gang done did it 67K what where He either tripped or it's spilling Bare man rap for the
cause You don't bang for friend That's under the
floor Like he got chinged And he got whacked So tell me what is the
score? And I
hear man rap on tracks Like ours didn't take one of yours And bare man rap 'bout banging When they ain't even ready for war Yung Jigga know that I'm lurky On the
drive, R6 and Sizz Tryna smoke opp like Percy Big rambo and I'll drench man Get in my way I
ain't showing no mercy Dill up, crash with the
fam The
whole of my gang got their hands dem dirty The
opps ain't adding no K
How the
hell you gonna talk about ropes? Some washed yutes tryna scream Town I'll just run man down with my woes All up in my hands with smoke Tryna air out your friend then ghost Way too needy Dem nigga's just lie for their hoes 2
dots dat's Itch and Sizz On the
opp block, where they're not on piss Dem man love chat like bitch Should have seen the
run When we jumped out the
wiz Gang dinger might pull up on violence If your run, keep ducking and diving What's with the
running and hiding? I
told man no one ain't sliding Crash corn at anyone Niggas know we on violence Me and Yung Conz stay tooled up Out 'ere tryna catch man sliding Man get the
drop on the
opps Little man der just got a
knife in How could call this 'Beef',when we get 'round there and you hiding? Broski fill up the
ting I'll fill up the
ting, Lets lurk 2
L's on the
opp block Lurk with Itch and I'll put him on his shirt Rage way to whizzy like I
always say 'Skrr,Skrrt' T-Trap loving the
ends Pedal bike tryna push work Drillers and trappers Fuck with the 6
Get cheffed or pitched That shit there's all tragic Pull up on the
drive with me and my guys All the
opps vanish Bro don't tarkk, bro shoot dem Bro is the
maddest Bro got me, I
got bro No dashing when we splashing 4
door, 4
man That's me and my gang tryna catch man lacking 2
rucksacks, that's 2
bruck-backs in the
ride don't panic 2
rucksacks, that's 2
bruck-backs, see feds, mans dashing Tryna leave a
opp cabbage Jump out Jump out on a
mad one Boom, baw-baw in the
place You can be Chinese or Indian I
don't give a
toss about your race Pull up on a
opp block Bare pussies coming like a
brothel in the
place Only time I
run and leave my friends When we legging from jakes Whip, Whip, Whip Older bro in the
kitchen Watch him do up the
flake I
got both for the
low Raw in the
dotty for the
smackers the
tastes Camp on the
opp block Camp on the
opp block, Itch and Scratch for the
oppers we bake Camp on the
opp block, Itch and Scratch for the
oppers we bake Hold Who's that qwengers on the
opp block? See the
way that she shakes If that's an oppers girl Can you lead me to my mates? Knock-knock on my door Feds, window escape 10 toes in Brixton like bitch I'm with my apes Drench man normal that's a
opp boy open Bare police tapes Whip, whip in that pot do a
dab My nigga whip up the
flake Catch you on a
backroad sliding, fired on, shh get the
flame Catch you on a
backroad sliding, fired on, shh get the
flame Bare man rap for the
cause Don't bang for their friends that's under the
floor Capo got wetted in front of his friends Yeah all of dem pussio's saw Free Squeezy he was on the
phone laughing We all know we should've got more And bare man rap about banging When they ain't even ready for war They ain't out here tryna risk It Tryna rise that mash and fill It Turn a
opp pack then bill It When I
jump in the
ride and spin It I
know my shooters tryna drill it They could be old or young, skinny or fat They see me they kick it Two cannon's on the
opp block Like I
came here to help out Ade OG Tilt that, shoot man's face from a
angle Leave man's visuals V
Sutting got touched round there Now the
feds wanna question the
whole of the
team Sutting got touched round there Now the
feds wanna question the
whole of the
team Go and get you some manners Still step with handy tools That's a
man-bag with nails and hammers Bang call from the
days We were out here tryna fly red bandanas Lean and bop with ting Bang that ting till I
see a
boy stagger Lean and bop with ting Bang that ting till I
see a
boy stagger 6
gang with the
opps on man Cah they know we do drillings Go check out the
bootings Check out the
chingings .44's, 10 toes with the
dots 6
gang done did it 67K what where He either tripped or it's spilling Bare man rap for the
cause You don't bang for friend That's under the
floor Like he got chinged And he got whacked So tell me what is the
score? And I
hear man rap on tracks Like ours didn't take one of yours And bare man rap 'bout banging When they ain't even ready for war