Lyrics
Tried troll on the net
Gang turned that ghost
Said they ride for their friends
I don't know, I don't know
Haze
When we wet T-Shark, made that float
When we wet K-Trap, said he lost control
Wet, wet
Dash out, mash every street like dem
Down for the cause, I don't know about bench
And she hates my life, cah I beef her friends
Laugh out loud, he got hit in his head
SAD, we got unlimited Z's
It's a Skengdo world when you met his end
Tried troll on the net
Gang turned that ghost
Said they ride for their friends
I don't know, I don't know
First try, come Kone
Please send him home
Made him scream like a bitch on Walworth Road
When we wet T-Shark, made that float
When we wet K-Trap, said he lost control
Brixton Hill where the opps don't go
If you're talking packs, then we got the most
Wet, wet
Dash out, mash every street like dem
Down for the cause, I don't know about bench
And she hates my life, cah I beef her friends
Beef don't sleep, get corned in bed
Laugh out loud, he got hit in his head
SAD, we got unlimited Z's
It's a Skengdo world when you met his end
Hillside member, score like Wenger
Corn got pink and it has no gender
Leaf got grated, nothing like cheddar
Shot and missed, should've done better
Stabbed and missed, still won't get up
Stabbed and missed, still won't get up
They ain't scored no points on the field
But they talk online, I can't rate that fella
I can't see me an opp and pass
Life's so short, you can lose it fast
He tried run, never made it far
So I caught his rass and I chinged his calf
Shout big Abz, got hit by the car
Friends on pendants, your bredrin's resting
Still don't know which one shall spark
Backroad fishing, don't need no mask
Don't let me fly out the ride in motion
I leave that soaking, wet like the ocean
Joke ting, Abz, come too potent
What's this new pack? Big B, I smoke it
Roll it, roll it, lean back, toke it
I'm passing in circular motion
Same way man circled the opp block
Back my ching-ching, jump out and soak it
Buss it, fuck it
Nail's on fleek and that shit's so stunning
Attack that block, it's us man coming
It's just that drill with my shank, I swung it
Lambeth maps, us man run it
Out till late, no one's coming
GBH, of course I buss it
Attempted M, of course I buss it
Murder case, bussed it, fuck it
Shh got done in public
Screamed out "No", so I kept on plunging
67K, best change that subject
Upset Skengdo, done and dust this
Waps was loud and the G's done rubbed it
Back on my ish, I'm a hazard in public
Me, she's calm, but I beef her cousin
This rambo's digging my skin
It's digging my skin, it's an inconvenience
He got done tryna act like an eediat
Sweep it, spleeg it and leave it leaking
I love big pups, I don't want no reject
Fill that car with the Hillside demons
I mean it
All of our beef gets seasoned
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