Conspiracy Freestyle by Kutthroat Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Spent too many days in the trap all I had was scales and ounces
All I had was cling and baggies had to get my trap line bouncing
Had to get my trap line jumping opp block broad day we dumping
Scoreboards looking mad chat shite get fucking splashed
Leave the back road taped off blood stains on the pave and that
Get cheffed in your face and back see your mates all fucking running
They think its a race and that, they think its a race and that
You're a bitch no erasing that you're a bitch and awcunt knows
Run with your tool when i slapped that pole get your bitch to give me blows
She's telling me she loves me replied with bitch i know
I get what i want then send her home i don't even like that hoe
Hop off gang crash corn on sight tell me who wants beef
Skrr round there and slap it twice he caught on in the heed
He's talking about war with me big blade will leave him deed
Like dip dip in the heed like dip dip in the back and chest just leave him there to bleed
Now tell me who wants beef
(Verse 2)
Whats all the chat about like i won't just chef him
Squeeze on a rusty 12 bells just fetch him
Skid round there in a dinger probably stretch him
Oi big man fuck a fight I ain't on wrestling
Do road with the gang do road with the bros big rammy on my waist
Pagan block my dipper on me dare a cunt try and act brave
Just chef up his back and chest man ill just chef up his face
Like dip dip dip ching ching man ill just chef up his mate
Like man I've got beef with who when the see me they run
Mate kutthroats way too violent any app i see gets bun
I don't understand why them man chatting shit
When them man there and on piss
Acting all tough for the net until i ride out and empty the clip
Like mate ill crash corn for my bros mate ill crash corn for my cousin
Talking about war with me mate he must be buzzing
Mate he must be mad man ill just chef his dad
Civilian or not he can still get splashed
Do on the mains then dash
(Verse 3)
How many times have i run a man sown tryna spill his juice with the rambo
3 door dinger when we lurk on the opps mans whipping it like a lambo
Had brown and green in the trap tryna punt that for a bankroll
Had brown and green in the trap tryna punt that for a bankroll
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Spent too many days in the trap all I had was scales and ounces
All I had was cling and baggies had to get my trap line bouncing
Had to get my trap line jumping opp block broad day we dumping
Scoreboards looking mad chat shite get fucking splashed
Leave the back road taped off blood stains on the pave and that
Get cheffed in your face and back see your mates all fucking running
They think its a race and that, they think its a race and that
You're a bitch no erasing that you're a bitch and awcunt knows
Run with your tool when i slapped that pole get your bitch to give me blows
She's telling me she loves me replied with bitch i know
I get what i want then send her home i don't even like that hoe
Hop off gang crash corn on sight tell me who wants beef
Skrr round there and slap it twice he caught on in the heed
He's talking about war with me big blade will leave him deed
Like dip dip in the heed like dip dip in the back and chest just leave him there to bleed
Now tell me who wants beef
(Verse 2)
Whats all the chat about like i won't just chef him
Squeeze on a rusty 12 bells just fetch him
Skid round there in a dinger probably stretch him
Oi big man fuck a fight I ain't on wrestling
Do road with the gang do road with the bros big rammy on my waist
Pagan block my dipper on me dare a cunt try and act brave
Just chef up his back and chest man ill just chef up his face
Like dip dip dip ching ching man ill just chef up his mate
Like man I've got beef with who when the see me they run
Mate kutthroats way too violent any app i see gets bun
I don't understand why them man chatting shit
When them man there and on piss
Acting all tough for the net until i ride out and empty the clip
Like mate ill crash corn for my bros mate ill crash corn for my cousin
Talking about war with me mate he must be buzzing
Mate he must be mad man ill just chef his dad
Civilian or not he can still get splashed
Do on the mains then dash
(Verse 3)
How many times have i run a man sown tryna spill his juice with the rambo
3 door dinger when we lurk on the opps mans whipping it like a lambo
Had brown and green in the trap tryna punt that for a bankroll
Had brown and green in the trap tryna punt that for a bankroll
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