Testo Back2Back - Sin Squad (SS) feat. Mixtape Madness, Bully B, LR Sin Squad, Six & Kay Kay
Testo della canzone Back2Back (Sin Squad (SS) feat. Mixtape Madness, Bully B, LR Sin Squad, Six & Kay Kay), tratta dall'album Back2Back (feat. LR Sin Squad, Six & Kay Kay) - Single
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Sizz squad way too steppy
Messi, we scored on Ouch and Juice
Run a man down with my blade already
Chest, neck, back or belly
Free Z, free Z, used to love that semi
One in the head no headie
Free Trilly, pressure the pitch like Messi
Got him on the wing like Jesse
I slapped corn in the 9
The whole of the block took bine
She wid it, she wid what?
She better get out the firing line
Beef with the Ls sounds like suicide
If you try glide then you better do it right
If you wanna run make sure your shoes tied
Or get knocked with Snoochie's shank
Civilians screaming out he ain't a bad man
We know, he ain't like that
If you're on us, come fight back
I don't know why they jump on tracks and lie in raps
That shit is cap
Don't be moving like a handicap
If I was there it would've been a wrap
And that's straight facts
Like get twisted
No Rambo so I step with my kitchen
How you tryna walk on roads with gyal?
You can't get pass if you ain't from this district
Man talk shit and they still get fisted
You should've left with stitches
But he left limping, some still grinning
Buck into opps they're shy like Snoochie
Buck into Jigga and act like who's he?
I slide like Drizzy, glizzy, Toosie
We're shooting movie clips, Boosie
The bells ain't little like Durk and Uzi
Turn a lidge car to a hooptie
Hop out the ride give him more than a two piece
Left that wet like my shorty's coochie
Let me get my hands on Bally or Twin
And I'll show you about celebrity juice
Numerous drills got done by man
Numerous drills got done by Bruce
Round there we don't spin no coupe
Just reverse it quick, hop out and shoot
And if you hear Ty skid on your ching
Just know me and Bruce try put him in a zoot
We try get him but we got his friend
Oh shit, that shit was ments
Corn would've took off a big man's head
But instead he fled
And trally dem covered in red
It ain't no Biggie they're fucking dead
I thought that they said LGO run Tottenham
My man looked left and ran out of options
Then he got left unconscious
That shit was obnoxious
Hit a next right it's feds I'm dodging
I don't like them, they don't like man
So if I see them I'm doing up sonic
Give me the ting I'll rise and pop it
Man we caught Trill and got hit with a combo
Now he's on Twitter 'bout football gossip
He try come to the L got hit with the bells
Should've patterned artillery
Four man deep with four Ramzys
Tryna plot on the gang but they had an epiphany
Kill a O, give me hype
Heard he's a family guy but it don't mean shit to me
Now my man's off the pills
Link me in the field get you drilled
Put you out of your misery
Didn't ask bro if he's rolling
Bruck it open, put two in the dots and smoke him
Ain't gotta get no drop you'll leak on your block
If you buck into me while patrolling
Not into the morning, I'm not controlling
Whip it out, suck, slow motion
JV is a G like EST
If I'm gone he's forever rolling
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Writer(s): Six, Kay Kay, Bully B, Sin Squad (ss)
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