Kwengface, Trizzac, LR, Karma, PS Hitsquad, Snoop — 8 Bar Freestyle
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[Intro]
Razz
[Verse 1: Trizzac]
(Trizzla)
Trizzla, I’m a badman, I rep Black Gang, like suitcase we get them packed
I chinged his chest, LV got his back
Man backed that toy and the box got jacked
In dingers with ballies and triggers, we happy
Opps get dropped and that’s points stacked
How they ride in packs and still get packed?
No piñata but he done got whacked
I don’t even care if the opps got waps ‘cah they ain’t got any balls or heart
Bruce just slinged that shot like Bart then set up shop like the Kwik-E-Mart
Pull up with Kenz or pull up with Denz, you know we’ll rip any opp apart (Pull and smash him)
I know that thеy think that the gang are smart, but somehow thеy don’t know who’s in the car
[Verse 2: LR]
(It’s LR baby, it’s LR boo)
Any opp get spot, we gotta kill him
Rip ’til my shank’s on flesh bro said that I’m tapped ‘cah I kept on digging
I don’t wanna hear «Under arrest»
But I always get hungry, I gotta go fishing
If my rambo goes in your chest you ain’t gotta go seaside, here you’re swimming
Listen, say you’re on me, best jukk it
Dots came long turned that to a snippet
Best know P’s nuts, no picnic
We’re calling the opps them dishes ‘cah we gotta ride on them and rinse it
Don’t be a friend of a paigon
If he’s a friend of a target, erase him
Back it and slap or I wave and shave him
Paul got shanked, even got his placement
[Verse 3: Snoop]
Between me and Max, how much man got put on this blade?
If I add Denz we’re talkin’ triple, could be a case I’d rather not say
Aim, slapped it in seconds we sent man heaven, it weren’t no game
Can’t restart, heartbeat gone
Should’ve stayed inside not came out and played
Pushbike, Rover, Audi
Scream out «lowe me» you’re still gettin’ bun
Had some intel, krept out nicely
Ran in a pub, should’ve knew he was dumb
He’s on Insta screaming «Snoop»
Played in the field then cleaned my boots
Traumatised that Screw ain’t loose
Popped round the corner like peakaboo
[Verse 4: PS]
Back it out, slap it out
Short but I’ll bang like Pacquiao
Man just ping it or ching it
If I ain’t did it, I’ll still bring baccy out
‘Cah it was probably Hitsquad baby
Hitsquad crazy, rip man’s jacket out
You don’t wanna see my bally out
Or that strally out, cah I’m gonna shoot it
That’s one thing ’bout me
Me and the lightie, we on-sight, G
Then I fly out I hit OT
Skully, he do a hit so clean
Narsty do up a prick so mean
Look at them scores, oh please
We make ’em lean like they sip codeine (Lean and bleed, oh shit, oh shit)
[Verse 5: Karma]
Me and Lil R riding around on peds
Tryna find out who wants to hold this smoke
Wap in my right hand, ramz on my leg
Suttin’ getting cheffed if the wap does choke
GB’s to the chest and you back this smoke
And then back the smoke like whoa
In the passenger side of the ride with Socz
Look, jump out, ying it and go
It’s fucked, never have I dug up a grave
But I’ve been digging up bones (Splash, splash)
I’m down for the cause, so I’m picking up things, I ain’t picking up phones (no way)
My nigga’s locked in a cage
Pain, I know that he’s thinking of home (Free the guys)
Your nigga dropped in a grave
They smoked in Zone and they’re getting me zoned
[Verse 6: Kwengface]
I tell bro-bro it ain’t nuttin’ but love (No homo)
One time I got a opp boy down, had the soles of my shoes just covered in blood (Dip-dip, dip-dip-dip-dip)
Swing this sword like Zelda
Take out his flesh, I ain’t giving no cuts (Dip-dip-dip-dip)
Fuckin’ this fitness trainer, arse is fat and the uck is nuts (Aye, aye, come ‘ere)
Uhh, uhh, uhh, come ‘ere (Aye, come ‘ere)
Big genna (Mad)
Slide round, like everything mess up (Woo)
One hand on a opp not letting him go and the other hand swinging this wetter (Dip-dip, dip-dip-dip-dip-dip)
We and them come different (True)
It’s clear, just look at this set up (Pree it)
Big stepper (Woo)
Man’s tellin’ them «Get your bread up» (Bap, bap, bap)
