Times Three - Rv, Kwengface, Ps

My young boy wanna do drills, tryna be like me when I was his age

I used to get 'round there and try shave man’s head, I ain’t talking 'bout skin

fades

I move weight from my trap phone, I don’t really care 'bout gym day

When I say I’m a savage, it’s more than the name of my mixtape

All the points that I’ve scored on the field, I should be 99 on FIFA

He thinks she’s a keeper 'till he found out that RV jeet her

I would spend years in a cell if I get nicked with the ting in my trunks

Might go coo' and grab that beater, now I got a beam on my hand like Frieza

Hope somebody trippy, I’ll leave man red

Hitsquad step

Get it correct, man just pull up and leave man wet

Riding, got a theme park on deck

Hitsquad, everyone knows my set

Show him hell with the kitchen, my team got chefs

Do it like Kweng, lean and shoot

If it weren’t Bruce or Bruski, then it was probably YK or Snoop

If he rides, I’m riding too, no, I don’t ask YG or who

And I don’t know nuttin' 'bout sponsors but I still scream free DSQ

Free DSQ

Bae said let someone else go out that food, why always you?

Two hands when I lean and shoot, got two hands when I bruck this food

Splash man down in my jeans, now they look like DSQ’s

I’m in O with strategic moves, I’m just tryna do me, not you

I got gyaldem callin' me cute, but I’m a crash bandit

.38, baby Bruce ain’t lazy, PS rise and tap it

Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm’s here, don’t panic

Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm’s here, don’t panic

Four door truck anytime man step, won’t see RV on no Vespa

Anytime my trigger finger itches, I know it ain’t 'cause I got eczema

I put wraps on scales, any waps on sale, I’m a good investor

Used to go park and test it, now I just take it there for a tester

I just wanna stack my papers

Even though I rap and I’m famous, still see opps and back my shavers

Better just run, don’t act courageous

Make man curl up like a pack of Quavers

Bitch said that the beef ting childish, me and my son got matching trainers

Look, don’t act like a arse cah man get slapped like a arse

Pull swords out like Anglo-Saxons, man turn pack from the anglo arms

Or, man just lean and pop like a elbow drop, man angled the arms

No bang to bang man bang on the arm, shit, have man chatting to God

No, I ain’t making no diss songs

Just run up in Choice like I want that, I want his one

I like backs, I like big bums, lighties, I like brownings and thick ones

We ride with them big guns, strapped up, no seatbelt, we crash this one

Nigga Hitsquad

Tell them it’s Brexit

If you ain’t in it or with it, then best hit that exit

I been up in cunch, trappin' for months, only right that I’m flexin'

Now feds tryna do me for PWITS, tryna link me to tex’es

Bro said the wrong thing so I cheffed him

Lurk and pivot

On the M way hitting a hundred with a bad B and she think I wan' kill it

Yo, I just see feds in the ends spinning ahead, I ain’t holding a spinach

They know us man be the realest, drillers and chingers, us man did it