Lyrics No Respawning - Rv, KO

No Respawning

Brigades
MKThePlug
They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?
Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'
Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning
My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring
Them man moist, why would I beef them?
Scoreboard can’t ever be even
I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason
Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety
I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty
I was in the jailhouse doing up free flow, fuck feds, they had to let me go
Like Takeoff, Offset and Quavo
My hittas ain’t rolling with shanks no more, it’s sliding doors and Dracos
My young boys go when I say so
Opp block was empty last night, tell them hit it in the morning like J Cole
Passenger side of my best friend’s ride, big fuck off skeng in the car
If I get nicked with the heat, fuck a 'six, do three,' it’s a terrorist charge
Had a long pump in the side of the car but I weren’t putting petrol in
All the opp blocks I’ve been overdosed, like I took too much medicine
Even though I rap and I’m popular, still mash down packs with my Nokia
Just got a box in, now I feel like Anthony Joshua
Thirty sixers, I’m a heavyweight champ, came a long way from twenty eight grams
If they ride, I’m stepping straight back, can’t violate gang and think it’s cool
I’ll grip this tool, put things in rides and go risk it all
Won’t think twice, just do it like Nike in the bag that I used to bring things
to school
In the field with my team doing bootings, but we ain’t kicking ball
Since I went and bought this chrome I never walk alone like Liverpool
They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?
Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'
Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning
My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring
Them man moist, why would I beef them?
Scoreboard can’t ever be even
I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason
Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety
I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty
They talk road on the internet, we give real smoke, they Nicorette
Cross that line, gang intercept, no chings, kick and fist man’s head
Get 'round there then your whips or peds
They got lucky when we got dumpy, aim weren’t right when I gripped that skeng
Don’t get it twis', man’ll do man dread
If I step 'round there with this jammer
I can get keys of the green but we got a criss brown box like Rihanna
Don’t wanna be with a pig in a van cah their singing is bad, that’s a X like
Factor
9 gang on sight, ready to go if it’s greeze, still get crashed on if you’re
amber
From way back, step tryna slay rain there, tryna leave tops red like Santa
We ain’t into the banter, drama ain’t nada, we into the passa
How many rides have I hopped out the passy?
That could’ve been time in the
slammer
Tryna buy a new yuks like Yankees, rips and bones ain’t doing no fractures
Anytime that they come and my guys stay at, they go on the net, do the type and
chat
Reaction ting, gotta fly straight back
When we ride on sets, same guys do dash, you’re on the end of the smoke like ash
Long pump in the car and these tyres ain’t flat, pellets garn' spread on your
skin like a rash
They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed?
Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess'
Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man’s wig, no respawning
My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring
Them man moist, why would I beef them?
Scoreboard can’t ever be even
I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason
Long pump in the car like I’m filling up pety
I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I’m looking like Fetty