Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 98% , by - 98s. Release date: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
98% |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |
| Ay rocky, this wavey |
| M6 is whippin' this one up |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |
| If gang slide, man are in trouble (Don't slip) |
| Slap this weapon |
| It beats off live it ain’t got no muzzle |
| Get left in a puddle |
| I do man bad and go back to my hustle (Grindin') |
| Mummy like «Son, where you been?» |
| I threw her some change and I said I was away (Kway) |
| She knows that I was at service |
| She kissed her teeth and she told me «be safe» (Real life) |
| See me on the glide, brudda, you don’t wanna meet this blade (No way) |
| Or man lean out the ride with a banger |
| Tryna make a slugload jump in your face (Bow, bow) |
| Whn we step 'round ther, we patterned |
| Normal procedures, get man down (Deaded) |
| Get back or get done |
| Don’t get caught when the gang’s been 'round |
| This life ain’t sweet (Nope) |
| I just revved 'round ends, the spliff burns, then I got packs on me (Out 'ere) |
| 7AM my Ms |
| Brodie got bagged, got lined by slag |
| Damn, then he got hit with a 10 (Mazza) |
| Where’s the loud needed to clear my head? |
| Tag this grub and then hit my bed |
| Longin' off shots when I’m brushin' my teeth (No) |
| Hit the roads then clean the streets |
| Backseat, got about half a B |
| Doin' 70 up the A13 (Skkrt) |
| Bop with the tank, cah the whip does E |
| Today I’ve been tearin' up East |
| Tear a little bro cah the grub and please text me, before he go sleep |
| See a chance then I’ll take it (Ay) |
| Call me Homerton’s penalty taker |
| Slap corn, wake the neighbours |
| I’m raged, grab the slayer (Bankai) |
| Swinging my fuck-off sword (Splash) |
| Tryna turn man corpse (Dead up) |
| And try leave man dead up (Ay) |
| Red (splash) ketchup (Ching) |
| Shotgun and spinners (Bow, bow) |
| Sauce for dinner |
| Catch red then get liff up (Garn) |
| I’m tapped, don’t get twiss up |
| Like punch, with rum (Ay) |
| I move dumb, with this gun (Bow, bow) |
| Burst mans belly and duss (Ay) |
| Run (What?) cut |
| Behind the driver’s seat |
| Right hand on the door, got a knife on my left (You know) |
| Grab the grinder and sheets |
| If he’s sighted with man, that’s sidin' with them |
| Stay offline with the beef |
| But we don’t full ends up in sight of the feds |
| More paigons in sight of a skeng |
| This ting’s live, I know beef can’t end (No way) |
| They got a whole team for cheffs |
| Anywhere the opp boys seen it’s press (You know) |
| Met them after heal and rest |
| Anytime they buck gang make them feel stress |
| My bros dem deal in pebs |
| They hit in them fiends to get that bread (Trappin') |
| The fans got me seein' sense |
| With this music ting, the Gs up next (Up next) |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |
| I don’t know |
| Oooooh |