Testo Back2Back #E9toEastsyde - V9 feat. Kay-O, Skillibeng, Mixtape Madness & Bermuda Music
Testo della canzone Back2Back #E9toEastsyde (V9 feat. Kay-O, Skillibeng, Mixtape Madness & Bermuda Music), tratta dall'album Back2Back #E9toEastsyde
(X10)
Give waps to the soldiers
Need us a pack, true the gangdem stoners
Need one dead, but two is a bonus
Under arrest, don't lose composure
We don't ever speak to the feds
Comin' like they don't know what the code is
Live in the flesh, got no chest
But on the net, man are typin' the boldest (It's comin')
We don't get into shootouts
'Cah the mandem don't shoot back
I pull up and use that
Use that, nigga, boot that
Shoot that
Get shot in your chest
Through your lungs, you can't use that
If I jump out the car right now, wap in my palm
You know I'ma use that
We do shootin' with intent
Gun ready fi shoot, from mi clip in there
Roll out, we nuh fear friggin' feds
Like a roll out, now with the chippin' there
Cyaan diss K or you're friggin' dead
V9 roll with the friggin' TEC
S-Killa make you know what a livin' hell
Unnuh better don't try this, you will end
Picked your side, you best stay there
Whatever the weather, we makin' it rain there
Chase opps like we chasin' papers
Take drops, shottas make way there
If Cash is Max, Abz is Biggs
Then Hits has gotta be Wayne then
Shank or wap, you're mad 'bout fists
Pissed if you make that mistake then
Here, roll with the heat, watch the woosh done free
OSS like I'm CP3
Claim 16, now I burn a boy's skin
Crocodile teeth on my enemies
Like Eminem, I'm in the A doin' miles
Don't move right, get put down
G9, stop this car right now
Let me hop out and juice that down
How can they talk on us?
We pull up and hella man dust
They get shanked up, we don't keep it a buck
They give verbal, but ain't got no funds, no guns
How can they chat on us?
I'm stunned, that bredrin movin' nuts (Gems)
It's wrong
How they lie on us?
Zinc fed, so mi gun ah beat 'til him dead
Mi run dung and beat chat fi drill chest
Throw mi gun ah feet, charge mi ting clear
Scope within thread
Dem know mi dark, nuh think seh Skilli nah go kill dem
Do nuh talk nuh frig red
Roll wid di arm, ah di crocodile shark
As yuh quin shot gone up him head
Big long ting wid di kickstand
Kill dem instant, kill from distance
Mi nuh wait pon people, nuh response
Big chopstick weh ah rapid out ching-chong
Real murderer, no filter
Strike hard, knock e ginger, gun ah kick ball
Silencer, gun ah whisper
Boy dem fulla big talk, man ah big man
Circle dem ends inna field or park up e Benz
Kill dem inna teeda
How mi fi fear dem, dem ah eediat
Nobody cyaan save dem, no reader
Mi gun ah buss nuh feel, yuh gun ah cut nuh bleed
Di clip ah done nuh healer
Cyaan patch dem up, nuh fee size
Ah joke, we roll up wid di thugs ah beat chat
Tempt me, tings filled up with plenty
Give away coppers to beggars
Opps beg me not to give 'em these pennies
Get my boots out and go and test my technique
So long for whose feet are heavy
Control it, see them, press delete
Free the bros, they really on volts
Any little vio' gets taken to extreme
They love talk on socials
Too much talk in the tings
Until you're walkin' on wing, just look in the postal
Get crashed by gang, you're that type of man
To see us not set and make phone calls
It's a rebound ting instead
If I ever had to do legs 'cah I never had it local
(X10)
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Writer(s): Emwah Warmington, Valdir Alfeu Moniz Balde, Kammar Richards
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