Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Exit Wounds , by - kweng faceRelease date: 14.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Exit Wounds |
| Mans spitting dem facts |
| Scratch Mixxed It |
| If I touch man now, thats a touchdown |
| HitSquad, ugh |
| Sebz Beats Baby |
| Bang that weight, now Im flexing boo |
| Im in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too |
| On the opp block doing hide and seek |
| I’m with a peng ting in my hotel room and the ting wanna fry on my weed |
| Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me |
| And I’m O tryna move this 2 pack, but I’m getting all eyes on me |
| Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped and 2's of the AM get ghost |
| Got beef in the streets with neeks, they been chinged and two of them ghost |
| Lowe it, my man tripped and got poked, all you wanna do is sit and post |
| Dem man put on a show, like, none of us man been ghost |
| Ugh, P, slide and attack, got two guys in the back |
| Riding, tryna put guys on their back |
| Fly out the back, smack, knife him, if you’re offside, let it slap |
| My guys are more tapped, Trident holding all of my guys back |
| Any vio, my guys getting back, rise it, Kweng move like Greggs |
| Smoking dog and it’s smoke guaranteed if it’s Snoop and dem |
| All of them yutes are skets, push it, leave all them yutes dem wet |
| Bru-bru, no meds, I call 'em JD, got shoes on decks |
| I don’t do no threats, no, I ain’t sending |
| Handle the arms or Anglo Arms, you know my shank ain’t bending |
| Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending |
| Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending |
| And that’s why rhymes are offensive, PS, watering down, don’t mention |
| Cah I ain’t that, Pecknarm, where we all rolling all black |
| If all of my guys dem rolling and dat, tryna get packs, we Zoning and dat |
| I was 13 tryna show that I’m bad, flick shank, 1-O for the dank |
| Ask what I’ve done, I don’t wanna brag, bro got a hole, let it blow for the gang |
| Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through |
| If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds |
| There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo |
| I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too |
| Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through |
| If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds |
| There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo |
| I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too |
| Who you cheffed? |
| 'Cause I swear man, it gets me mad |
| Niggas wan' tweak on the 'gram and Snap |
| Buck when they cut when their boy gets splashed |
| Niggas ain’t done no splashings, your blade ain’t wet man, who have you |
| splashed? |
| Niggas go check my workrate, if suttin' gets touched then it’s me they bag |
| I’ve had enough of these guys and their fucking lies |
| Rolling shotgun on countless rides, how many man got touched by my Rambo knife? |
| It was calm when I splashed down ***** blood but it was better when I splashed |
| down ***** |
| Dig it, spin it, we’re taking turns, we didn’t leave 'till that man looked |
| finished |
| They ain’t ever done suttin' so bait, there’s like ten man that’s on the news |
| Then I sit back and laugh with my nan, I say «sad 'cause I knew that yute» |
| Pull up and back that Sammy out, hella man screaming out «yo, it’s Snoop» |
| Hella man ran for their lives, if you trip then it’s shame on you |
| Niggas tried cut thru' my block, within that week man suttin' got splashed |
| I ain’t got gassed, they ain’t ever been bad, he was with his auntie, |
| man that’s facts |
| Even when I backed that smoke, done that shit all bait face |
| Slapped that once and the wap was played, that would’ve been the end of ***** |
| I don’t give a fuck about age, get splashing where I show disobedience |
| Pull up with a shank or a pap-pap, niggas dem run like it’s 100 metres |
| LR psycho, I’m gassed not a, Capri Sun, I squeezed it |
| Two got got shanks and sticks on deck, don’t cross me like old Jesus |
| Gyally all catty with the batty, I pree’d it, gyally catty like Felix |
| Throw it back mad, she a demon, throat like the opps where I was seating |
| I give a opp so much for the speaking, bro had to drag me back and say «leave him» |
| Fuck that shit, he done bent like Jason, then I’m kway-kway with Adam, |
| not Deacon |
| Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through |
| If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds |
| There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo |
| I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too |
| Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through |
| If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds |
| There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo |
| I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too |