Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Respawning , by - Rv. Release date: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |