Inferno by ZT (UK) Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
6 Shell
Open the door, police, don't hit me, what you doing?
[Verse 1: Lzz]
Q of both and a Vodafone, I can get that strip banging (Banging)
Smoke in the ride, it weren’t no hot box, it was me and Dee that brang it (Drillers)
Smoke squad, we be on the opp block touring around tryna find these faggots (Where they at?)
LL, that's bro from kway, and when he steps in the story's tragic
It was me and him tryna catch us a K, all now we ain't stopped banging
Bro got twenty-five just the other day, it’s got man stressing, he said he'll manage (Free Kay)
I was on the ride that day, but I can't tell you what happened
I was dishin' smoke in front of the feds, I could have ended up on the landing (Shh, shh, shh)
If I go broke that's a no-no, line man up and clear his pockets (No way)
All these bridges I burnt, 'cause I weren’t makin' enough profit
I'm on the ride with A-Team lurking, I can’t stop it, I swear I love it
I turned into a dotty fiend, but first time I step with the pocket (Rocket)
But now lemme show you suttin' bout shottin'
Bro whipped work in the kitchen, re-rocks it, add maj and locks it (Whips it)
I was in OT serving, I got pulled and they didn’t find nuttin'
I'm like four packs up, lay low, one's out, if I get pulled I'm plugging (Bank that)
[Verse 2: Dabz]
Dem man don't do drills (They don't)
Tryna show me where the pressure's from? (Where?)
I swear Jay said "Gashy, help" (Help me)
He looked back, like, "Nah, it's long" (That’s long)
And right now, I'm real confused, they don't drill work, just lie in songs (You liar)
I swear Sheggy got shegged in the field (Shanked), his knifework's shit, he waved it wrong
I do bootings like 007 (Double 0), my mumma should’ve named me Bond (Oh, ah)
Or Potter, see the way that I wave this wand (Woo)
He turned corner, then another, now thinkin' "Where this paigon gone?" (Where he go?)
Back, back to trap I go (I'm gone)
Mash bands for the bread, you know, pop them doors and we done him up viscious (Ah-huh)
Never seen a scared boy run so slow (Why you run?)
Run fat boy run (Run), he got six, if you know, then you know (If you know)
Wagwan for these unknown yutes (Wagwan), jumped on road 'cause their friends in zoots (Is that right?)
Everybody got a hunting knife (Ay, come on) but they ain't got bodies, they ain't hunting right (What you sayin'?)
Me and T in the back of the ride with a ting that spins like the London Eye (Soo)
No way can I cop me a one pop, I wouldn't know what to do wid one (I wouldn't)
Me and Latts and we're riding dirty in a Peugeot 201 (Oh, shit)
Oh shit, I mean 206, who thought life would’ve been like this?
Swing my shank at a grown man’s chest (Swing), watch him curl if I don't miss (Ah-ah)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me (Me), he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss? (No way)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me (Me), he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss? (No way)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me, he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss?
[Verse 3: Latts]
Bad man like Blacka (Bad, bad), wet man down like bro Young Hunts (Free Hunts)
Lurking, final tracker, It's alright when I do man wrong (All goodie)
Me go broke, that's a mazza, I'll burn that bridge before I build one (Bow)
Take man's grub and funds, back to the ends and change my numb' (My number)
Roll safe in the nasty field (Huh), or get chinged with your baby mum (Swing them shanks)
And bro dun tanned that yute, same time that he tanned his mum (Bow, bow)
TB thats bro, my blood, if he gets touch let it rip, bare hands (No gloves, no gloves)
And gyal wanna suck my nuts, bruck their back and take off pants (Haha)
Sixteen that was me in the trap, pack banked all for bands
I was in cell twenty-two with the mash (The mash), half seven I cover my flap (Uh)
Fresh home and I still wan’ bang (Crash)
How many got got by gang (How many?)
I done wet man down for fun (For fun), how you gon' ask 'bout the drills I've done? (How dare you)
Back smoke and aim up high (Bow, bow), slap corn at everyone
Rev this 125, how many got put in his headie? One? (Huh?) Or two? (Huh?) Or three? (Huh?)
Minus two, how long ‘til we make it three? (How long, how long, how long?)
Chest shot crew and the whole block love it
[Outro]
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
6 Shell
Open the door, police, don't hit me, what you doing?
[Verse 1: Lzz]
Q of both and a Vodafone, I can get that strip banging (Banging)
Smoke in the ride, it weren’t no hot box, it was me and Dee that brang it (Drillers)
Smoke squad, we be on the opp block touring around tryna find these faggots (Where they at?)
LL, that's bro from kway, and when he steps in the story's tragic
It was me and him tryna catch us a K, all now we ain't stopped banging
Bro got twenty-five just the other day, it’s got man stressing, he said he'll manage (Free Kay)
I was on the ride that day, but I can't tell you what happened
I was dishin' smoke in front of the feds, I could have ended up on the landing (Shh, shh, shh)
If I go broke that's a no-no, line man up and clear his pockets (No way)
All these bridges I burnt, 'cause I weren’t makin' enough profit
I'm on the ride with A-Team lurking, I can’t stop it, I swear I love it
I turned into a dotty fiend, but first time I step with the pocket (Rocket)
But now lemme show you suttin' bout shottin'
Bro whipped work in the kitchen, re-rocks it, add maj and locks it (Whips it)
I was in OT serving, I got pulled and they didn’t find nuttin'
I'm like four packs up, lay low, one's out, if I get pulled I'm plugging (Bank that)
[Verse 2: Dabz]
Dem man don't do drills (They don't)
Tryna show me where the pressure's from? (Where?)
I swear Jay said "Gashy, help" (Help me)
He looked back, like, "Nah, it's long" (That’s long)
And right now, I'm real confused, they don't drill work, just lie in songs (You liar)
I swear Sheggy got shegged in the field (Shanked), his knifework's shit, he waved it wrong
I do bootings like 007 (Double 0), my mumma should’ve named me Bond (Oh, ah)
Or Potter, see the way that I wave this wand (Woo)
He turned corner, then another, now thinkin' "Where this paigon gone?" (Where he go?)
Back, back to trap I go (I'm gone)
Mash bands for the bread, you know, pop them doors and we done him up viscious (Ah-huh)
Never seen a scared boy run so slow (Why you run?)
Run fat boy run (Run), he got six, if you know, then you know (If you know)
Wagwan for these unknown yutes (Wagwan), jumped on road 'cause their friends in zoots (Is that right?)
Everybody got a hunting knife (Ay, come on) but they ain't got bodies, they ain't hunting right (What you sayin'?)
Me and T in the back of the ride with a ting that spins like the London Eye (Soo)
No way can I cop me a one pop, I wouldn't know what to do wid one (I wouldn't)
Me and Latts and we're riding dirty in a Peugeot 201 (Oh, shit)
Oh shit, I mean 206, who thought life would’ve been like this?
Swing my shank at a grown man’s chest (Swing), watch him curl if I don't miss (Ah-ah)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me (Me), he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss? (No way)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me (Me), he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss? (No way)
Sa-samurai stars that’s me, he ain't chinged shit, is he taking the piss?
[Verse 3: Latts]
Bad man like Blacka (Bad, bad), wet man down like bro Young Hunts (Free Hunts)
Lurking, final tracker, It's alright when I do man wrong (All goodie)
Me go broke, that's a mazza, I'll burn that bridge before I build one (Bow)
Take man's grub and funds, back to the ends and change my numb' (My number)
Roll safe in the nasty field (Huh), or get chinged with your baby mum (Swing them shanks)
And bro dun tanned that yute, same time that he tanned his mum (Bow, bow)
TB thats bro, my blood, if he gets touch let it rip, bare hands (No gloves, no gloves)
And gyal wanna suck my nuts, bruck their back and take off pants (Haha)
Sixteen that was me in the trap, pack banked all for bands
I was in cell twenty-two with the mash (The mash), half seven I cover my flap (Uh)
Fresh home and I still wan’ bang (Crash)
How many got got by gang (How many?)
I done wet man down for fun (For fun), how you gon' ask 'bout the drills I've done? (How dare you)
Back smoke and aim up high (Bow, bow), slap corn at everyone
Rev this 125, how many got put in his headie? One? (Huh?) Or two? (Huh?) Or three? (Huh?)
Minus two, how long ‘til we make it three? (How long, how long, how long?)
Chest shot crew and the whole block love it
[Outro]
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still