Lyrics No Respawn - Buni, Link Up TV

No Respawn

Hey, hey, listen up
Fuck the opps
Fuck the cops
Ayy, I swear Fermz and Renz patterned this?
Fuck yo dead homies, nigga
EBK, ABK, bitch
Send me the addy, I’m tracking it down
Spot me an opp, I’m running it down (Bang)
When he got shot, I was oh so proud
Gulag, how did he make it out?
(How?)
He got boxed while running his mouth
He got left with his insides out
One try dash, lost and found
Tek man down, ying that down
Them man chat 'pon B
Rise and glee, fuck discreet (Bang)
How many your friends got put to sleep?
Hold your peace, lemme smoke my weed (Hold that)
Skeng in the ride, come see
Fuck postcode, don’t rep no street (Fuck 'm)
ABG, we glee
Violations leave you six feet deep (Bang)
Thy turn shy when we talk about works, works
'Nuff of them man got hurt
He got hurt and he got burst
And the next one got put in a hearse (Dead boy)
Shit, shit could’ve turned out worse
Too many man got sent to the nurse
He got worked and his friend disperse
And the other one got covered with dirt (Dead boy)
I’m badder than bad
Temperament’s nuts, turn psycho mad
Rise up my wap and take off hats
Slap and I slap, protect your yat
Scream «No cap», 'cah he left his hat
Real bad man, don’t tek no chat
When he dashed, he didn’t look back
Now his friend’s all fucked, it’s mad (Mad)
Yo, bro-bro, where the opps at?
Ping that (Ping)
No respawn when I swing that, ying dat (Ying)
One eye closed when I zing dat, zing dat
Best play dead, or we spin back, get back (Grrr)
Bad man ting, don’t tek no chit-chat (Never)
But I’m known for the blick dat, blick dat (Blick dat)
Everyting red when I get back, get back (Blick dat)
Corn gon' fly when when I press that let back
Everyting fucked when my loadout drops
No VLK when I buss my shot (Bang)
Who’s on what?
Come, let’s rock
Slide and pop, confirm that loss (Bang)
Numerous opps got whacked, some dropped
One coulda dropped, but I missed the drop
Flop, pissed, let’s spin that block
Pop, slap this mash at your top
Yo, this likkle man wan' @ me
I advise you never to @ me
'Cah the last time one of them @ me
He got yinged in front of his gyallie (Ching, ching)
Patty, patty, a bunch of patties
Jump out the ride, get slappy (Slap, boy)
Jump out the ride, get slappy, tappy
Hoping that feds don’t grab me (Dead up)
Yo, bro-bro, where the opps at?
Ping that (Ping)
No respawn when I swing that, ying dat (Ying)
One eye closed when I zing dat, zing dat
Best play dead, or we spin back, get back (Grrr)
Bad man ting, don’t tek no chit-chat (Never)
But I’m known for the blick dat, blick dat (Blick dat)
Everyting red when I get back, get back (Blick dat)
Corn gon' fly when when I press that let back