Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Squad , by - MischiefRelease date: 02.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke Squad |
| Vio’s and the smoke squad tour round |
| Don’t get caught out |
| Pull up wit this heat, get burnt |
| Rapid how I off this off-white |
| Work no job site, 'Franklin' how I fly dem' birds |
| Ah thousand times 3, Let me show you how this prof' looks |
| We seeing dough, the same day that the grams cook |
| Hard from the soft, Gotta capsize this coke |
| YG weren’t patterned, now he still out 'ere broke |
| Fix up, gotta fix dat |
| This leng one saw the drip, now the bitch bad |
| Put V-V-S-1 on the «Misch Mash» |
| That’s, Cash from the grub in the bin-bag |
| Jewelry wack man, put it in the trash |
| Them diamonds unlit, when chains got snatched |
| Had to run down ah man, While running these lines |
| 'AK' just called, and he’s catting to slide |
| Pop the twin-barrel in 'parrel (Parka!) |
| Man disperse, When that gauge unravel |
| Beefing nerds that have never travelled |
| To the 60-turf, and banged and crackled |
| Late night lurk, Brodie' getting saddled |
| On the opp-block turf, no keys cause it’s barrelled |
| I won’t think first on the mains, let it rattle |
| And burn his shirt, with clicks no hassle |
| Vio’s and the smoke squad tour round |
| Don’t get caught out |
| Pull up wit this heat, get burnt |
| Rapid how I off this off-white |
| Work no job site, 'Franklin' how I fly dem' birds |
| Trap stack but guys are brass |
| Tramps, Mad |
| It’s ments they talk 'bout trapping |
| Got round 'dere with that wapSlap, Bang! |
| Had that joker, villain, crashing |
| Don’t box like Ricky Hatton |
| Or do talk, they know what happened |
| Try give man heat rash, playing freeze tag |
| Leave nerds same place they standing |
| These shots won’t need no caption |
| Skr-Skid, the dotz just dragging |
| Talk Misch', then mention 'banging' |
| All of them opp-blocks, where 'dere hanging |
| Smack v raw, in the bando |
| 6 wave wands but even better with a rambo |
| Tango |
| Fizzup your nut with ammo |
| If I reckless step, another reckless in want |
| I stepped round 'dere today, and I’m going tomorrow |
| We ain’t playing no games, let it rip 'till it’s hollow |
| See him stunting in a chain tell the fans that it’s borrowed |
| Me and You ain’t the same, I’ma boss niggas follow. |
| me! |
| Splurgeboys |