Lirik

Woof Know who it is, HitSquad Like, opps came through True say the opps came true Corn flying out, tryna slap man (Whoo) I grab mine, man running off with the mash Didn't even need to go wack them (Why you runnin'?) Young boy take them trips, take them trips Tell him, "Go vas' that, bag that" (Bap) You know me already Chris Brown-in', Chris Brown-in' with the fat back Shotgun diligent, ku-kweff, like, I ain't missing him Clap that ting, see nuff opps clinging it (Bap) Opp thotty on me, man's drilling it Zone 2 step, bro-bro, man, get it correct Do it like Narsty, gyal want sex Twist my 15 in his neck (Dip, dip, dip) Like, and I'm Kwengface too (Whoo) Got corn for a trader too (Bap) Man done dicked that bitch, man smashed that wizz Man shelled it at your barbie too (Bap, bap) Man, Zone 2 step, rude boy, man, get it correct Just to go flex, real talk man, just to go flex Zone 2 step, rude boy, man get it correct Like, I tell my girl back it I do road and I got bad habits (Gimme it, gimme it) But I'm still here misch and mashing Out here with the kits, they catting Like, I tell my girl back it I do road and I got bad habits But I'm still here misch and mashing (Ayy) Out here with the kits, they catting The opps them know and the thots them know HitSquad, that's madness (HitSquad) Gyallie so damn thick (Ayy) And she know we some bandits HitSquad hit dons, leave man planking (Leave man drenched) Like gyallie on me, gyallie on fleek But gyallie too damn quick (Ayy) Got friggy, friggy then dashed it (Dashed) Brownin', brownin', like course love I'm still on war cuz Dem man, they're some talkers (Chatty) Dem man bad, what? Course not How many times did they dash in a Corsa? (How many) See faces and dash that corner (Ayy) Dip, splash, that's water (Dip) See man run when I back that saucer (Bow) Or it's Kwengface with the long nose (Bow, bow) Shit, let me not chat too loose (Shh) And, she see the P's we mash And she asked to buy her shoes (Buy her shoes) Shit den, it's stick for stick den (Ayy) They got theirs, but our's goes boom (Bow) And, bro ain't really into them chores But he got the largest broom Who's the hardest? (Trust me) Man just bill it then raas it (Dudu) Bro, just skid it and park it (Skrr) That's arson, swing it on bastards (Bow) Ba-barbaric, fling it on Gyal got titties and asses (Ayy) Get friggy then pass it He can't swim if thingy can crass it, oh shit Crass it, swing if thingy can crass it, oh shit Get friggy then pass it He can't swim if thingy can, swim if thingy can C-c-c-c-crass it Swim if thingy can crass it, oh shit (Trizzla) Like, what's all the bullshit? (Huh) Like what's all the nonsense? (What is that?) I can put it on my mum's If I ever catch an M it won't rest on my conscience (It won't) We got three of them yout's in one car Must've thought Zone 2 some monsters (Who remembers that?) Me, Dmax, TB, Shay Squeeze Creasing like, "Why we so bonkers?" (Too crazy) Trizzac is fake, Trizzac is a snake You might as well call me Judas (I'm a snake man) I got my leathers on Let me rinse my strap and leave it all toothless (Rah) About Zone 2's wet, Zone 2's moist They know Zone 2's ruthless (Shh) Always used to Zone 2 step on their block Them man want to act all clueless How could I rate that guy? (How) When he got cheffed up twice And he still raps and lies ('Llow it) Bang him even though he had his knife You scum, you ain't done no dirt (Nope) Little bitches moving like Rihanna You ain't put in no work, work, work They ain't put in no work, work, work (Work rate's shit) Rammy on me, swammy on me Slick game good, now the rally's on me Catty on me, yattie on me (Way too catty) Dick game good, now the gyallie on me Sally on me, baddie on me Grabbed the narm now the gyallie on me Narsty with me, P with me Go to the Zone, now Mizzy with me Zone 2
Writer(s): Alieu Koroma, Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Andrew Mansaray, Akuma Standards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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