Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TSM, artist - Kay-oAlbum song This Sh#ts Ments, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSM
Song language: English
TSM |
I Gotta Free Da Mind |
MKThePlug |
This shit’s ments |
More time man step with the cheffs |
But if we ever grab skeng in a dinger |
And keep takin' 'em shots like binges |
That’s a bell to your name like Stringer (Stringer) |
Anytime that we step and it ain’t a cut tru', man linger (Man linger) |
Really tryna leave man injured |
Don’t slip with your bae when you’re wonderin' lands like Winter |
I roll with shanks 'cah we set it |
Man know he ain’t a stopper and thinker |
I roll with V 'cah he realer than Cinder |
Roll my nank through guys big figured |
How many times have they talked on the net |
And got me triggered? |
Man just shake down blocks when they talkin' different |
I know they must hate A9 and Mazza |
That block’s bait |
How many times have we ridden on camera? |
Sometimes I feel like we’re doin' too much |
Like Drake and Sampha |
It’s a green light for them boys that were sittin' on the fence |
'Cah they can’t stay amber |
And if you get seen when we’re rollin' on them |
You’re gettin' touched same way, it don’t matter |
How many times have we stepped there patterned? |
(Patterned) |
I still made it back to the block after that car crashin' |
And how many times have we stepped on that strip? |
The 9 gang got bad habits |
Numerous times violated them pricks |
'Round up the guys, step 'round on badness |
(Numerous times violated them pricks |
'Round up the guys, step 'round on badness) |
I’m my own man, still gang |
That’s with or without the bros dem |
About 9 beat your arse on the ride |
Before claimin' that involvement |
How many times have I stepped in shores tryna get man bored? |
Or we risk spottin' tryna get watch poppin' |
Like Arsenal, my gunners get you robbed like Holding |
I was told by Shegz |
«If we step with nanks then we ain’t gettin' legs like tag» |
What you know 'bout squirts on the mains? |
Now his arms over his face like a dab |
I remember that day with Maz |
He lacked, put his hands to his waist and spazzed |
That boy ran before seein' a thing |
It weren’t nuttin' but a good old blag |
Whenever I’m feelin' chingy |
I get right there, they ain’t pullin' me back |
I remember that day, got a thing off a travellers |
We put that spins in a cab |
Them man are not bad (Them man are not bad) |
They just do dumb things in bunches |
But on one, soft like sponges |
There’s a fraudulent side to the 9 |
I got my 9, am I talkin' a Kojo Funds ting? |
What you know 'bout dark and the light? |
That’s hard food, ain’t yam or no dumplin' (Ain't yam or no dumplin') |
What you know 'bout parkin' the side? |
'Cah it’s a leg' ride and we’re tryna do plungin' |
But there’s times every now and again |
Jump out on a opp on sight like fuck it (Fuck it) |
In numerous events, they couldn’t defend |
We had to leave a pool like Sturridge (Sturridge) |
My niggas just do it in public |
Broad daylight, get them car doors bussin' |
How many times have we gone, no fussin'? |
Stepped on blocks, we ain’t cussin' |
Backed them things and cut them |
(Stepped on blocks, we ain’t cussin' |
Backed them things and cut them) |
Anyhow that we make that trip |
We run man down and they run for cover |
Just got a court off a pic like Tumblr |
Too high, let it burn like Usher |
Anytime that we drillin' |
It ain’t for a friend, it’s a brother |
I do this for the guys jail livin' |
Ain’t seen road 'til they rid that number |
9 gang love get busy |
How many times have I cheeksed my flicky? |
Firm that stop |
Hope it don’t drop whilst gettin' search by piggies (By piggies) |
On a move or on the lot like Pixie |
Ain’t worth the job if it’s small like Biggie |
Other side lurkin', I ain’t too picky |
Catch you with them and its smoke like chimneys (Like chimneys) |
Man done a lurky once, didn’t see a thing |
Step back around in a hour, heard they got guns |
Lookin' at my bro, did he just let it ring? |
It ain’t real, 'cah surely it would’ve been louder (Louder) |
How many times we try pull up with stealth? |
They clock man, then we turn bad boys cowards |
I’m lookin' at my opp like stop man |
I’m tryna leave a pool like a Scouser |
I feel to slow things down |
Just get these pounds but man wanna draw me out |
You ain’t never stepped tryna leave man slouched |
Overreact, don’t attack with mouths |
Ain’t gotta do much, suttin’s gotta get touched |
We take it so far, no couch |
Attempts to secure that bag over here |
And more time I don’t mind how (Don't mind how) |