No Respawning - Rv, KO

Brigades

MKThePlug

They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?

Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'

Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning

My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring

Them man moist, why would I beef them?

Scoreboard can’t ever be even

I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason

Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety

I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty

I was in the jailhouse doing up free flow, fuck feds, they had to let me go

Like Takeoff, Offset and Quavo

My hittas ain’t rolling with shanks no more, it’s sliding doors and Dracos

My young boys go when I say so

Opp block was empty last night, tell them hit it in the morning like J Cole

Passenger side of my best friend’s ride, big fuck off skeng in the car

If I get nicked with the heat, fuck a 'six, do three,' it’s a terrorist charge

Had a long pump in the side of the car but I weren’t putting petrol in

All the opp blocks I’ve been overdosed, like I took too much medicine

Even though I rap and I’m popular, still mash down packs with my Nokia

Just got a box in, now I feel like Anthony Joshua

Thirty sixers, I’m a heavyweight champ, came a long way from twenty eight grams

If they ride, I’m stepping straight back, can’t violate gang and think it’s cool

I’ll grip this tool, put things in rides and go risk it all

Won’t think twice, just do it like Nike in the bag that I used to bring things

to school

In the field with my team doing bootings, but we ain’t kicking ball

Since I went and bought this chrome I never walk alone like Liverpool

They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?

Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'

Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning

My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring

Them man moist, why would I beef them?

Scoreboard can’t ever be even

I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason

Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety

I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty

They talk road on the internet, we give real smoke, they Nicorette

Cross that line, gang intercept, no chings, kick and fist man’s head

Get 'round there then your whips or peds

They got lucky when we got dumpy, aim weren’t right when I gripped that skeng

Don’t get it twis', man’ll do man dread

If I step 'round there with this jammer

I can get keys of the green but we got a criss brown box like Rihanna

Don’t wanna be with a pig in a van cah their singing is bad, that’s a X like

Factor

9 gang on sight, ready to go if it’s greeze, still get crashed on if you’re

amber

From way back, step tryna slay rain there, tryna leave tops red like Santa

We ain’t into the banter, drama ain’t nada, we into the passa

How many rides have I hopped out the passy?

That could’ve been time in the

slammer

Tryna buy a new yuks like Yankees, rips and bones ain’t doing no fractures

Anytime that they come and my guys stay at, they go on the net, do the type and

chat

Reaction ting, gotta fly straight back

When we ride on sets, same guys do dash, you’re on the end of the smoke like ash

Long pump in the car and these tyres ain’t flat, pellets garn' spread on your

skin like a rash

They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?

Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'

Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning

My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring

Them man moist, why would I beef them?

Scoreboard can’t ever be even

I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason

Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety

I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty