The Cold Room - S1 - E6 - Mixtape Madness, Tweeko

I just passed that to bro and he moved that, used that

Put an opp boy in this 2Pac

Make bread so the gang still stack, no lack

No cap get bun in my pack

Dressed in black like Jack, gets shots like Yak

Beef gang get one in your back

Keylo too sav, we’re the getback gang

Pop gun, make him dance then bang

They say that I’m famous, diamond making

Tryna put M’s in my mummy’s savings

Flicks and paigons, ain’t no brazin'

They’re lucky I ain’t no producer

Cause on the streets man’s got most business

Leave a hole in your bone like a donor

Then I go buss in your girl no blazin'

Been a fortnight and the opps ain’t rid back

Storm on the block tryna find more

2 dot dots, no ratio

Bruck-down dingers, reverse that, put him in the boot

Fling mine in my back strap, in a back strap

If my back straps I’m gonna aim and shoot

Send man to the doctors with stuff pains

If you don’t duck when the toy goes boom

If you don’t duck when the toy goes boom

Haha, you know I don’t play by the rules

015' in the field with a rambo

Mummy didn’t know I was playing with tools

016' I was life in a bando

Elastic bands and rock with fuel

I don’t wanna hear that the opps got guns

Cause really and truly the bullet goes to you

On your marks, get set, and I won’t come last

One wrong move and I let that blast

Alhamdulillah to my Muslim paigons

You can get chinged while you’re on your fast

Went OT with a four and a half

Young G made back like four and a half

Can’t slide to my block, cause we’re tearing guts

And we’re going on glides fully unmasked

Countless rides with my latex on

Usain Bolt when I see a boy run

Do a Tiger Woods, put a hole in one

Fuck Snapchat, come crash back, bare talk

Bare talk on my niggas, it’s cool

Ain’t slid back, go road for your goon

And wagwan for them ***** yutes

Seen em live in the flesh and that kid gon' mute

Uh, ***** got yinged like twice

Big ***** could’ve lost his life

No way, no way can they talk on my guys

Bro’s out tryna switch off lights

And he’s on the next block tryna build his line

No time for them stupid nines

See the opp boys talk, get smoked by the nine

Do it for the gang and do it for my guys

There’s inches on the block, no Tintin

On the opp block where the gang keep touring

Spill that, see how his juice keeps pouring

Attempted K, have your madre mourning

Yo, back out the smoke and light up the strip

Black pumpy, put him in the air like Jordan

Juice man’s back, Calypso

And tell him to battle with my Ramsey, no Gordon

Turn a man handicapped, no cap

Wanna cap man’s wig cause my two’s get handy

Glide round there on wheels, no handy

I got two legs like Champions League

Live a sweet life and it’s sweet like candy

Fill up the mash with sweets, no candy

Sweet one, check out my K, no candy

I ain’t tryna beat that loud, I beat

She rude and dead, can’t fuck with me

Real bad boy, don’t run up on me

My bro got caught at a messy scene

Still say no words like Mr. Bean

I been outside with my 92 team

Pop them doors, better move your seat

Drilled and banged, done that on repeat

Jump out gang, let the guns them beat

I done drills in a four-door whip

Tryna off man’s wig like a black girl coming on smoke

Bring a man’s insides out when I ying that

Turn a man inside out getting poked

I really move weight in the street

See an opp in the street lift him up in the air no joke

Sleep on the gang till we pull up at main man

Sleep on a hospital bed stay woke

Made man run out the block like chicken

Me, I’m well-known for the main road drillings

I still take that risk for my siblings

I don’t even cook, but I roll with my kitchen

Finger-twitching, the opps I’m billin'

The thing goes bow three times, good riddance

I never chose this life, this life chose me

So I pray to the Lord, man’s sinning