Excellent Finish by Trills (Sin Squad) Lyrics
[Intro]
Sin Squad
Top scorers
[Verse 1]
Can't talk 'bout drills (Drillin')
'Cause how many drills man done?
Four door pull up, back door get buss
Sin Squad pull up, your arse get done
Sin Squad pull up, them man get bun (Splash)
What happened to Ramz was tragic (Bow)
On my Sin Squad? Them man some faggots
Bro whipped work in the kitchen
Light and dark, hear the bisheads itching
All of your gang been victims
He got it in church
Should've got sent heaven, that one is a blessing (Lucky)
We're winning the beef, no stressing
That's why the opps, they're mad, they're stressing
Go 'round there with a .357 and clap his melon (Bow, bow)
[Verse 2]
Bro tell me "Keep it cool", but all I want to do is crash (Crash)
I put six 9ers on blades, NFA, I beat one case
Then I came home to a brand new gauge
Lucky that I never had bells that day
Would've been a quadruple... (Hahaha)
Instead whole ramsey sauced
Go vouch for mine, I'll vouch for yours
Slide on them until we score (Slidin')
Put opps on news, show no remorse
For king Kobi my niggas score
Now ask the opps "What's the score?"
Park Lane bop, let's go on a tour
Things in which get whooshed off the pitch (Woosh, woosh)
Things in which can get whooshed off the pitch (Woosh, woosh)
That dirty bitch, her boyfriend's dead
But she still throat off them (Eurgh)
L22, watch him, like damn
Smoking him, like bro smokes Mello
[Verse 3]
Slide round there, boom, bye, no hello (Boom, bow)
What do you know about water fountains?
And four man get wet, all they do is tweak and diss on the net
Seven man got touched and they ride with phones
I don't know, I don't know
He never looked back and left his bro
I don't know, I don't know
Are you taking the piss?
Bill up an opp boy spliff (Bill him up)
Circle the 2 see nothing but CIDs,
Slide to the 9 and a boy gets hit
Tell the opps it's hot in hell
'Cause we're really trying to send them there
Back your Rambo, don't be scared
Tion told me he ran so quick
Tion Wayne saw us but he cut to his whip (Runners)
'Cause we back them shanks off hips
Jojo got it x2 (Ching)
Can't forget 'bout the Whiteboy too (Bow, ching)
ZT got chinged on the ride
DV got his arse done twice
Real, real, real rap, no lies
I take home visits to guys
[Verse 4]
I used to roll with them kickers
My man got done with his Mrs
GP laughs like "Is it?" (Hehe)
Now just back that dots out the JD bag and show man drillings (Drillings)
Late nights in the T
It was me and Sav, cutting down ounces
Bando baby like 29
Opps see me and they're petrified
Tell LR, "Step on the gas" (Step on the gas)
Something just got splashed
Was it me or was it gang? (Who was it?)
It was me that caught up to man
[Outro]
TSG's and ambulance vans
Red tape when we caught your gang
No collateral damage
Home visits and shit gets tragic
Sin Squad
Top scorers
[Verse 1]
Can't talk 'bout drills (Drillin')
'Cause how many drills man done?
Four door pull up, back door get buss
Sin Squad pull up, your arse get done
Sin Squad pull up, them man get bun (Splash)
What happened to Ramz was tragic (Bow)
On my Sin Squad? Them man some faggots
Bro whipped work in the kitchen
Light and dark, hear the bisheads itching
All of your gang been victims
He got it in church
Should've got sent heaven, that one is a blessing (Lucky)
We're winning the beef, no stressing
That's why the opps, they're mad, they're stressing
Go 'round there with a .357 and clap his melon (Bow, bow)
[Verse 2]
Bro tell me "Keep it cool", but all I want to do is crash (Crash)
I put six 9ers on blades, NFA, I beat one case
Then I came home to a brand new gauge
Lucky that I never had bells that day
Would've been a quadruple... (Hahaha)
Instead whole ramsey sauced
Go vouch for mine, I'll vouch for yours
Slide on them until we score (Slidin')
Put opps on news, show no remorse
For king Kobi my niggas score
Now ask the opps "What's the score?"
Park Lane bop, let's go on a tour
Things in which get whooshed off the pitch (Woosh, woosh)
Things in which can get whooshed off the pitch (Woosh, woosh)
That dirty bitch, her boyfriend's dead
But she still throat off them (Eurgh)
L22, watch him, like damn
Smoking him, like bro smokes Mello
[Verse 3]
Slide round there, boom, bye, no hello (Boom, bow)
What do you know about water fountains?
And four man get wet, all they do is tweak and diss on the net
Seven man got touched and they ride with phones
I don't know, I don't know
He never looked back and left his bro
I don't know, I don't know
Are you taking the piss?
Bill up an opp boy spliff (Bill him up)
Circle the 2 see nothing but CIDs,
Slide to the 9 and a boy gets hit
Tell the opps it's hot in hell
'Cause we're really trying to send them there
Back your Rambo, don't be scared
Tion told me he ran so quick
Tion Wayne saw us but he cut to his whip (Runners)
'Cause we back them shanks off hips
Jojo got it x2 (Ching)
Can't forget 'bout the Whiteboy too (Bow, ching)
ZT got chinged on the ride
DV got his arse done twice
Real, real, real rap, no lies
I take home visits to guys
[Verse 4]
I used to roll with them kickers
My man got done with his Mrs
GP laughs like "Is it?" (Hehe)
Now just back that dots out the JD bag and show man drillings (Drillings)
Late nights in the T
It was me and Sav, cutting down ounces
Bando baby like 29
Opps see me and they're petrified
Tell LR, "Step on the gas" (Step on the gas)
Something just got splashed
Was it me or was it gang? (Who was it?)
It was me that caught up to man
[Outro]
TSG's and ambulance vans
Red tape when we caught your gang
No collateral damage
Home visits and shit gets tragic