Westwood Crib Session 2017 by NPK Lyrics
[Intro: Tim Westwood]
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Yo, it's Tim Westwood TV up in the crib session, subscribe to the channel
Right now we're repping for Tottenham, the hardest of the hard
NPK
SinSquad, GP, Uncs, KayyKayy, Y.OJ, 6Shots, Legz, Poppy
We're bigging up all the PLOs, the PLBs, that Park Lane shit, let's go
Part 1
[Intro: Uncs, Kayykayy, 6Shots, [?]]
Yeah, yeah
Ching, free the gang
Free the gang
Free Lemz, free BlueBlack
Skrr
Free Skid'n'Skrr
Grr, grr grr
Anything grr get grr
Free Spider
Anything grr get boot
Free Kash
Free TP
Sinners
Free TP, free TY
Free TY, you get me?
Gang shit
Free Kaydo, you get me?
Free Kaydo
Free the gang
You know what time it is
Free Kay
Nuttin'
Ching
Sinners
[Verse 1: Uncs]
I got love for my wifey, so I tell my side ting lock it, skid, skrr
Serious problem, the driver's anonymous
You won't know who done it
Let's be honest, you punks ain't on it
Sinsquad lurk, conquer and demolish
Backed out mine and he was astonished, shit
Had a man running like Forrest
Forrest run, Forrest run
K on the Lane, you done
Sinsquad pull up and everyone run
K on the Lane don't work
Chocolate darling, custard cream, ah
Said she want a Park Lane g
Sinsquad lurk, step on your turf, ah
Blacked out like GP
Big man be easy, you don't wanna see man pull up on Green
She heard my songs, she's letting me beat
I'm with double O, he ain't GD
Mums and aunties screaming out 'please'
It wasn't me, it must've been SD
My old ting said she 10 out of 10
My new ting look better than that
But back to the flow, back to the rap
Sinsquad step, respect this gang
Sinsquad step, respect this gang
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
Feeling 300
But I ain't no Spartan, more like Chief and Keef
Pull up on opps and I bang that heat
Certain man slip so they're not involved
Shit then, how man you're in too deep
Rambo, TSavv, Kev, GP
Jigga J, OJ, MR, SD
Four on the lurk for an IC3
How many times did Sinsquad step, black blade, all out trynna drench one neek
Fuck, the life I live is so peak
Harassed by thots and CIDs
Fuck the police and fuck all the peace
PL bop with 2x3
He can press on the lease
I can do it baitface like OD
PL bop when I leave holes in fleece
Ten toes, still do dirt on streets
Countless wettings and taped off scenes
Sinsquad splash man silly, 4 door 1-2 fizzy
-
Six garn' squeeze that sticky
Do it for bro like that's man's pickney
Sinsquad pull up and do man's kidney
Opps are stressed that there ain't no deaths
We get chingy, they chatty and chitty
This girl pretty, but way too clingy
- and leave man drenched
Them man hide and they try hop fence
Ain't spilled blood all year, it's ments
X13, said 9 for the net
I don't really know how them man feel
Said it last time, I ain't lost no friends (dead up, dead up, dead up)
[Verse 3: 6Shots]
Where was you when your friend got dropped
You wasn't there cah you ran and left him
Everytime I pull up them man run, them man run and hop them fences
Always in the field or I'm up in the trenches
Yute tried say that he's not involved, fuck that let Jigga stretch him
Told man, bang, go fetch that kid
Heard there's opps, come let's get rid
Heard there's opps, come let's get rid
Crash at opps and take that shit
Lemme just try put a man on pics
No comments to the pigs (fuck that shit)
Stretch that yute like [?]
I'm on him, you're on him
Fuck that one, let's get that prick
Bang garn lick off his head and back
If I ain't banging, I'm up in the trap
Anytime we step, got the thing on my lap
PL bop, put that shit on the map
We make a rudeboy look like crap
Lucky we [?] like [?]
I don't rap, I just trap
But I don't mind taking off man's hat
What's the score? Check the facts
One more time cah I think they forgot
War with me, war with us
Flashing mets so you will get wrecked
He got chinged, he got chopped
Man, you should've seen the way he dropped
I'm trynna send two shots through his head
Man, you should've seen the way he bled
One more poke and he woud've been dead
Man, I wish that cunt would be dead
How many times did we go round there
I swear man tired of the lies, it's red
(Ay, them man chatty)
Part 2
[Intro: All, Uncs, KayyKayy, GP, [?]]
Gunna, Gunna
Sinsquad, fuck the opps
Sinners
Yeah, fuck the opps, yeah
Serious splashers
Park Lane boppers
Serious splashers
22'k, bitch
Free TP
Serious splashers
Niggas know
Free Ys
SS
Serious, serious, serious, serious
Free SkidSkrr
Sinners
Free Spider
Free all the mandem
Bow
[Verse 1: GP]
Fuck the opps
Why they always send tweaks on the net?
I was dealing lots of rocks
6Shots squeezed that spinner
Lack on your block and you're holding shots
Them man talk to the cops, them man talk to the cops (snitches)
Me and OJ been OJ from young, okay, we're pulling up our tops
Four man do it with four ramzys, so you know I'm trynna catch me an opp (get him)
Hella man pushing, hella man drop, then I put that ting in my sock (back it out)
Six in the spin, pulling the trigger
Best pray that you don't get fucked
Backroad swerve and skid, pull up on a YouTube kid (pull up on him)
Got things in the hoopty, feds on the tail, had to dash from CID (skrr)
Can't lack or tell, my karma's ments and police just skid
Old bitch wanna phone, she giving me loads cah she knows my ting
Supplying the fiends with - mind that nodder and put it in cling
Chef man down on the mains, won't do it for a nigga that don't put it in
I hate when a bitch try use her teeth, that's what I call amateur briz
Four and a half per drop, dice that rock and bag it in cling
MSav still moving tappy, smash that corn and put it in the bin
I was out trapping, you for years only pacing the phone to a bitch
Bro took an L in the T house so we went out, took an L on your strip
Me, I'm still out here laughing
While them other niggas looking pissed
Fuck off
Part 3
[Verse 1: Poppy]
Listen
Smash that dirt
More time I do thinking first
Say you got bits of both
I'ma need a picture first
They're like, how you just turn that rock?
I swear it was liquid first
Just wait your turn, I'ma show you how the business works
If I get round there with Worm
Mask on my face like Purge
Make a big man do a U-turn
All that Superman shit won't work
Yo, Popz, you ready
'Til the plug just won't stop chasing me down, do I look like henny?
It's early, my eyes turn red-y
[?] on telly
It's long and I ain't had brekky
I counted 100 bills in telly
I'm early at 4 one night, do I look like [?], do I look like [?]?
Remember days on a 149
I was with [?] or I was with Leggy
I was trynna fuck that bitch
She was ugly and now she's sexy
Anyway, fuck that bitch, got next tings loving the way I'm flexing
Had to link up with Abz
Ain't talking AR
Feds them lurking, always reporting
Something like AR
Got man who'll shoot like Billy the Kid
Ain't talking here
Boom make man get dipped
Like he ain't born over here
Then I just jumped on a tune
And I go ham but I don't eat pork
I ain't tryna be like them
Locked in the can, going back and forth
I'm trynna buy some yard
Buy me a [?], buy me a Porsche
No feds won't see me in court
Cause I got guys dem studying law
And I got mandem ready for war
You got mandem ready to talk
Man know that we get cut from when [?] got a box of draws
Man know that we on job, from E got nicked [?]
Lack on the Lane, get sawed
Gang
[Interlude: Uncs, [?], GP, KayyKayy, 6Shots]
Ay, who's going? Back it
Ay, Free Ys, free Ys
Ay, what, Opps Them Tired on [?]
Shell it
Free the fucking gang
Gang
Listen
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 2: 6Shots]
Get man down for K or O
Bitch I'm 6 and I walk with poles
Fuck with gang and I'll take man's soul
Violations man don't condone
Chef man down till I see his bones
Said he's on 6, that nigga's on noone
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Bine, bine, bine
Really trynna put it in a big man's dome
I'm up in the field, bitch get down low
Play man's role, so green light, go
Any position I see, they ghost
My niggas are known for crunching bone
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
Man got sweets like a corner shop
So you know that's your head back gone
Their car, bine, I'ma fill it to the top
Catch that - and we're beating 2 shots
- man I think you forgot
Nigga got cheffed, man I think they forgot
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 3: Uncs]
Sinsquad step, sick men
Are you gonna back your friend?
Sinsquad pull up and leave man drenched
One more poke then he would've been dead
Them man talk like hoes, them man talk like chicks
Don't lack on the Aves, you can hold 9 like Swift
That dotty come long like Jay and that clip come big like Mickz
I got peng tings throwing up Ls said she want a Park Lane kid
I'll ching man down for OJ, Blue, I'll do it for Worm
Push bine in the clip
Cah I swear that the opps don't learn
Pulled up at Aves, why's man runing, I ain't got germs
You would think man's scouts
The way we put opps on shirts
Kayy said 'let's lurk'
Two twin-barrels, Phineas and Ferb
Tell the opps stop liking my pictures
Do road and lurk
I'll do it for my on-tours
But I'll do it for my Sinners first
Like, jump in the car
Pushing that work
Sinsquad lurk
Sick in the head, disturbed
Sinsquad lurk, sick in the head, disturbed
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip
[Verse 4: KayyKayy]
Don't slip in the Park Lane manor
You can get bored by the dagger
4-door whizz in the Aves
Pull up quick
Jump out, ching up a rapper
Opp boys think that they're hazards
'Til man pull up on their block
And we see who's badder
Get 'round there with a sinner and a splasher
Make a boy dance like MC Hammer
Free Ty, Free TP
Drenched up an opp and he sang, McJagger
Ain't no K's on the Lane
I'm the only Kayy on the Lane, I swear it's a mazza
Got 'round there with Jay and OJ
And TSav, so everyone scatter
The opps just chitter and chatter
(Get 'round there with my sinners)
Enough blood splatter
What? Step 'round there like, who's on who?
Kayy on the Lane, it's me
Really try do opps in broad day
No love bites when we fill this with teeth
Man pulled up on them with swams and swords
- by the TSG
And I'm still stressed cah they got my shit
But it's all blessed cah it could've been me
I'm filling the car with things and [?]
- at parents
Don't give a fuck, ain't caring
Browning, peng, just staring
Lighties glaring
The opps wanna catch Kayy lacking
No, Kayy's got too much awareness
Pull up on the Aves and air it
My home town full of unfairness
Part 4
[Intro: KayyKayy, Uncs]
Gang shit
Sinsquad
Fuck the opps
Lane
Gunna
[Verse 1: GP, KayyKayy]
Free Ty, TP, free Anti
Broad day get drenched in ballies
You think I give a fuck what you think?
GP put niggas at risk
Skrr through your block like unmarked pigs
See man run, panic and trip
Run so fast and his hand get chinged
Black blade out, tryna pierce man's skin
On the opp block I've seen man sprint
Run so fast and hide with chicks
Two twin shotties, the blackest twins
Shush got drenched and it hushed his lips
Serious guys cause serious sins
Any disrespect then we're taking trips
6 with the 6, send corn through wigs
Duck or dive cah you might get wigged
Park Lane boys do serious things
Jay with the - put metal in skin
Shh got drenched and he ain't done shit
Anyt'ing green I see, they sprint
How many times have we took them trips
I'm a serious sinner
OJ with the largest dipper
Plus shh-shh got a fuck-off spinner
[Verse 2: Uncs]
Them man talk like A1
And run like Ash
I've seen a man try dash like S1
And get hit in his back
Sinsquad pull up and them man dash, you know that's facts
Sinsquad splash and make the opps boys stagger
And he sang like Rihanna
Now the feds got
TP and Ty
900 what? 900 lies
Like, how many times have we been to the 9?
'Bout 900 times
Ching, splash, Park Lane bopping
Your friend got dropped and you ain't done nuttin'
Bad b chilling in my crib
Moving like the opps, she ain't on nuttin'
Add a K on the Lane, like, no
I be with all of my bros
I be with Kayy or O
JV that's bro
6Shots stepped in the room with poles
War is war, are you ready?
We done dipped up your friend already
Bro's done taped off the Aves already
[?], top scorer like Messi
Youtube.com/timwestwoodtv
Yo, it's Tim Westwood TV up in the crib session, subscribe to the channel
Right now we're repping for Tottenham, the hardest of the hard
NPK
SinSquad, GP, Uncs, KayyKayy, Y.OJ, 6Shots, Legz, Poppy
We're bigging up all the PLOs, the PLBs, that Park Lane shit, let's go
Part 1
[Intro: Uncs, Kayykayy, 6Shots, [?]]
Yeah, yeah
Ching, free the gang
Free the gang
Free Lemz, free BlueBlack
Skrr
Free Skid'n'Skrr
Grr, grr grr
Anything grr get grr
Free Spider
Anything grr get boot
Free Kash
Free TP
Sinners
Free TP, free TY
Free TY, you get me?
Gang shit
Free Kaydo, you get me?
Free Kaydo
Free the gang
You know what time it is
Free Kay
Nuttin'
Ching
Sinners
[Verse 1: Uncs]
I got love for my wifey, so I tell my side ting lock it, skid, skrr
Serious problem, the driver's anonymous
You won't know who done it
Let's be honest, you punks ain't on it
Sinsquad lurk, conquer and demolish
Backed out mine and he was astonished, shit
Had a man running like Forrest
Forrest run, Forrest run
K on the Lane, you done
Sinsquad pull up and everyone run
K on the Lane don't work
Chocolate darling, custard cream, ah
Said she want a Park Lane g
Sinsquad lurk, step on your turf, ah
Blacked out like GP
Big man be easy, you don't wanna see man pull up on Green
She heard my songs, she's letting me beat
I'm with double O, he ain't GD
Mums and aunties screaming out 'please'
It wasn't me, it must've been SD
My old ting said she 10 out of 10
My new ting look better than that
But back to the flow, back to the rap
Sinsquad step, respect this gang
Sinsquad step, respect this gang
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
Feeling 300
But I ain't no Spartan, more like Chief and Keef
Pull up on opps and I bang that heat
Certain man slip so they're not involved
Shit then, how man you're in too deep
Rambo, TSavv, Kev, GP
Jigga J, OJ, MR, SD
Four on the lurk for an IC3
How many times did Sinsquad step, black blade, all out trynna drench one neek
Fuck, the life I live is so peak
Harassed by thots and CIDs
Fuck the police and fuck all the peace
PL bop with 2x3
He can press on the lease
I can do it baitface like OD
PL bop when I leave holes in fleece
Ten toes, still do dirt on streets
Countless wettings and taped off scenes
Sinsquad splash man silly, 4 door 1-2 fizzy
-
Six garn' squeeze that sticky
Do it for bro like that's man's pickney
Sinsquad pull up and do man's kidney
Opps are stressed that there ain't no deaths
We get chingy, they chatty and chitty
This girl pretty, but way too clingy
- and leave man drenched
Them man hide and they try hop fence
Ain't spilled blood all year, it's ments
X13, said 9 for the net
I don't really know how them man feel
Said it last time, I ain't lost no friends (dead up, dead up, dead up)
[Verse 3: 6Shots]
Where was you when your friend got dropped
You wasn't there cah you ran and left him
Everytime I pull up them man run, them man run and hop them fences
Always in the field or I'm up in the trenches
Yute tried say that he's not involved, fuck that let Jigga stretch him
Told man, bang, go fetch that kid
Heard there's opps, come let's get rid
Heard there's opps, come let's get rid
Crash at opps and take that shit
Lemme just try put a man on pics
No comments to the pigs (fuck that shit)
Stretch that yute like [?]
I'm on him, you're on him
Fuck that one, let's get that prick
Bang garn lick off his head and back
If I ain't banging, I'm up in the trap
Anytime we step, got the thing on my lap
PL bop, put that shit on the map
We make a rudeboy look like crap
Lucky we [?] like [?]
I don't rap, I just trap
But I don't mind taking off man's hat
What's the score? Check the facts
One more time cah I think they forgot
War with me, war with us
Flashing mets so you will get wrecked
He got chinged, he got chopped
Man, you should've seen the way he dropped
I'm trynna send two shots through his head
Man, you should've seen the way he bled
One more poke and he woud've been dead
Man, I wish that cunt would be dead
How many times did we go round there
I swear man tired of the lies, it's red
(Ay, them man chatty)
Part 2
[Intro: All, Uncs, KayyKayy, GP, [?]]
Gunna, Gunna
Sinsquad, fuck the opps
Sinners
Yeah, fuck the opps, yeah
Serious splashers
Park Lane boppers
Serious splashers
22'k, bitch
Free TP
Serious splashers
Niggas know
Free Ys
SS
Serious, serious, serious, serious
Free SkidSkrr
Sinners
Free Spider
Free all the mandem
Bow
[Verse 1: GP]
Fuck the opps
Why they always send tweaks on the net?
I was dealing lots of rocks
6Shots squeezed that spinner
Lack on your block and you're holding shots
Them man talk to the cops, them man talk to the cops (snitches)
Me and OJ been OJ from young, okay, we're pulling up our tops
Four man do it with four ramzys, so you know I'm trynna catch me an opp (get him)
Hella man pushing, hella man drop, then I put that ting in my sock (back it out)
Six in the spin, pulling the trigger
Best pray that you don't get fucked
Backroad swerve and skid, pull up on a YouTube kid (pull up on him)
Got things in the hoopty, feds on the tail, had to dash from CID (skrr)
Can't lack or tell, my karma's ments and police just skid
Old bitch wanna phone, she giving me loads cah she knows my ting
Supplying the fiends with - mind that nodder and put it in cling
Chef man down on the mains, won't do it for a nigga that don't put it in
I hate when a bitch try use her teeth, that's what I call amateur briz
Four and a half per drop, dice that rock and bag it in cling
MSav still moving tappy, smash that corn and put it in the bin
I was out trapping, you for years only pacing the phone to a bitch
Bro took an L in the T house so we went out, took an L on your strip
Me, I'm still out here laughing
While them other niggas looking pissed
Fuck off
Part 3
[Verse 1: Poppy]
Listen
Smash that dirt
More time I do thinking first
Say you got bits of both
I'ma need a picture first
They're like, how you just turn that rock?
I swear it was liquid first
Just wait your turn, I'ma show you how the business works
If I get round there with Worm
Mask on my face like Purge
Make a big man do a U-turn
All that Superman shit won't work
Yo, Popz, you ready
'Til the plug just won't stop chasing me down, do I look like henny?
It's early, my eyes turn red-y
[?] on telly
It's long and I ain't had brekky
I counted 100 bills in telly
I'm early at 4 one night, do I look like [?], do I look like [?]?
Remember days on a 149
I was with [?] or I was with Leggy
I was trynna fuck that bitch
She was ugly and now she's sexy
Anyway, fuck that bitch, got next tings loving the way I'm flexing
Had to link up with Abz
Ain't talking AR
Feds them lurking, always reporting
Something like AR
Got man who'll shoot like Billy the Kid
Ain't talking here
Boom make man get dipped
Like he ain't born over here
Then I just jumped on a tune
And I go ham but I don't eat pork
I ain't tryna be like them
Locked in the can, going back and forth
I'm trynna buy some yard
Buy me a [?], buy me a Porsche
No feds won't see me in court
Cause I got guys dem studying law
And I got mandem ready for war
You got mandem ready to talk
Man know that we get cut from when [?] got a box of draws
Man know that we on job, from E got nicked [?]
Lack on the Lane, get sawed
Gang
[Interlude: Uncs, [?], GP, KayyKayy, 6Shots]
Ay, who's going? Back it
Ay, Free Ys, free Ys
Ay, what, Opps Them Tired on [?]
Shell it
Free the fucking gang
Gang
Listen
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 2: 6Shots]
Get man down for K or O
Bitch I'm 6 and I walk with poles
Fuck with gang and I'll take man's soul
Violations man don't condone
Chef man down till I see his bones
Said he's on 6, that nigga's on noone
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Crash on Aves and we crash at homes
Bine, bine, bine
Really trynna put it in a big man's dome
I'm up in the field, bitch get down low
Play man's role, so green light, go
Any position I see, they ghost
My niggas are known for crunching bone
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
6 in the spin, it's me and it's mad
Man got sweets like a corner shop
So you know that's your head back gone
Their car, bine, I'ma fill it to the top
Catch that - and we're beating 2 shots
- man I think you forgot
Nigga got cheffed, man I think they forgot
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
Keep talking tough you gon' end up in a box
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
[Verse 3: Uncs]
Sinsquad step, sick men
Are you gonna back your friend?
Sinsquad pull up and leave man drenched
One more poke then he would've been dead
Them man talk like hoes, them man talk like chicks
Don't lack on the Aves, you can hold 9 like Swift
That dotty come long like Jay and that clip come big like Mickz
I got peng tings throwing up Ls said she want a Park Lane kid
I'll ching man down for OJ, Blue, I'll do it for Worm
Push bine in the clip
Cah I swear that the opps don't learn
Pulled up at Aves, why's man runing, I ain't got germs
You would think man's scouts
The way we put opps on shirts
Kayy said 'let's lurk'
Two twin-barrels, Phineas and Ferb
Tell the opps stop liking my pictures
Do road and lurk
I'll do it for my on-tours
But I'll do it for my Sinners first
Like, jump in the car
Pushing that work
Sinsquad lurk
Sick in the head, disturbed
Sinsquad lurk, sick in the head, disturbed
[Hook: 6Shots]
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp the slip
The opps dem tired
Lucky the ting dere missed
Bine would've took off a big man's wig
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
My boy didn't trip
My boy chef up an opp then slip
Chef up an opp then slip
[Verse 4: KayyKayy]
Don't slip in the Park Lane manor
You can get bored by the dagger
4-door whizz in the Aves
Pull up quick
Jump out, ching up a rapper
Opp boys think that they're hazards
'Til man pull up on their block
And we see who's badder
Get 'round there with a sinner and a splasher
Make a boy dance like MC Hammer
Free Ty, Free TP
Drenched up an opp and he sang, McJagger
Ain't no K's on the Lane
I'm the only Kayy on the Lane, I swear it's a mazza
Got 'round there with Jay and OJ
And TSav, so everyone scatter
The opps just chitter and chatter
(Get 'round there with my sinners)
Enough blood splatter
What? Step 'round there like, who's on who?
Kayy on the Lane, it's me
Really try do opps in broad day
No love bites when we fill this with teeth
Man pulled up on them with swams and swords
- by the TSG
And I'm still stressed cah they got my shit
But it's all blessed cah it could've been me
I'm filling the car with things and [?]
- at parents
Don't give a fuck, ain't caring
Browning, peng, just staring
Lighties glaring
The opps wanna catch Kayy lacking
No, Kayy's got too much awareness
Pull up on the Aves and air it
My home town full of unfairness
Part 4
[Intro: KayyKayy, Uncs]
Gang shit
Sinsquad
Fuck the opps
Lane
Gunna
[Verse 1: GP, KayyKayy]
Free Ty, TP, free Anti
Broad day get drenched in ballies
You think I give a fuck what you think?
GP put niggas at risk
Skrr through your block like unmarked pigs
See man run, panic and trip
Run so fast and his hand get chinged
Black blade out, tryna pierce man's skin
On the opp block I've seen man sprint
Run so fast and hide with chicks
Two twin shotties, the blackest twins
Shush got drenched and it hushed his lips
Serious guys cause serious sins
Any disrespect then we're taking trips
6 with the 6, send corn through wigs
Duck or dive cah you might get wigged
Park Lane boys do serious things
Jay with the - put metal in skin
Shh got drenched and he ain't done shit
Anyt'ing green I see, they sprint
How many times have we took them trips
I'm a serious sinner
OJ with the largest dipper
Plus shh-shh got a fuck-off spinner
[Verse 2: Uncs]
Them man talk like A1
And run like Ash
I've seen a man try dash like S1
And get hit in his back
Sinsquad pull up and them man dash, you know that's facts
Sinsquad splash and make the opps boys stagger
And he sang like Rihanna
Now the feds got
TP and Ty
900 what? 900 lies
Like, how many times have we been to the 9?
'Bout 900 times
Ching, splash, Park Lane bopping
Your friend got dropped and you ain't done nuttin'
Bad b chilling in my crib
Moving like the opps, she ain't on nuttin'
Add a K on the Lane, like, no
I be with all of my bros
I be with Kayy or O
JV that's bro
6Shots stepped in the room with poles
War is war, are you ready?
We done dipped up your friend already
Bro's done taped off the Aves already
[?], top scorer like Messi