Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.O.G.O, artist - Silent. Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
S.O.G.O |
| I heard that they’re having drink ups |
| Come we go link up, and show them what’s poppin' |
| Run up on me, and you must have a death wish |
| Check this, this guy’s— |
| Pedal bike ting till my hand nearly bruck |
| Never gave me a fuck when I was lurking on them |
| Opp block tour, we don’t need no sat nav |
| That’s double M, no Mixtape Madness |
| Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine |
| Swing, ying, I love them knives |
| Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time» |
| Free Double S, that’s bro for life |
| Ridin', come we ride, it’s light |
| Glidin', we seek, thy hide |
| Do you ride for yours? |
| 'Cah I ride for min |
| We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life |
| I still put shh in a rizla |
| How many opps turned swisher? |
| I been smoking Stompy all day |
| Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up |
| Where’s my man? |
| He’s missin' |
| I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked |
| Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger |
| We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard |
| I heard that they’re having drink ups |
| Come we go link up, and show them what’s poppin' (Wagwan?) |
| They got broski riding losses, while I’m outside tryna score in his **** (Yeah) |
| Still in the bando, tryna make profit |
| Whip it and lock it, chop it and shot it (Scrape that) |
| Show me the angle |
| I show you the handle and finish the problem |
| Run up on me, and you must have a death wish (You're crazy) |
| Check this, this guy’s **** (Dead) |
| Back of the part where the mash get tested (Boom) |
| My knife work cray, I don’t know 'bout fencing (I don’t) |
| Pop them door, best hop them fences (Best run) |
| Try have heart, that’s your story ended (Dead up) |
| Chest shot, you need more than lemsip |
| Spillt nuff juice, and I ain’t talkin' a beverage |
| Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine |
| Swing, ying, I love them knives |
| Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time» |
| Free Double S, that’s bro for life |
| Ridin', come we ride, it’s light |
| Glidin', we seek, they hide |
| Do you ride for yours? |
| 'Cah I ride for mine |
| We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life |
| I still put shh in a rizla |
| How many opps turned swisher? |
| I been smoking Stompy all day |
| Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up |
| Where’s my man? |
| He’s missin' |
| I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked |
| Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger |
| We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard |
| Talk on AD, you’re gonna get wet |
| Talkin' on Sav was the cause of his death |
| He bucked YK 'cah we got **** |
| Still talk on trips, how many been cheffed? |
| (How many?) |
| Pedal bike ting till my hand nearly bruck |
| Never gave me a fuck when I was lurking on them |
| Sittin' on them flesh, and I’m purgin' on them |
| You know it gets long when we’re lurkin' on them |
| Opp block tour, we don’t need no sat nav |
| That’s a double M, no Mixtape Madness |
| Free Double S, G. I, and Mad Miz |
| Me and VD, that’s hashtag cramp tin (Free him) |
| Hold the petrol when we walk through **** (Man walk that) |
| They say I’m a threat to life |
| But guess they’re right (They're right) |
| 'Cah we put them in a damp spliff, chattin' |
| It’s us who’s turned up Lambeth |
| Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine |
| Swing, ying, I love them knives |
| Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time» |
| Free Double S, that’s bro for life |
| Ridin', come we ride, it’s light |
| Glidin', we seek, they hide |
| Do you ride for yours? |
| 'Cah I ride for mine |
| We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life |
| I still put shh in a rizla |
| How many opps turned swisher? |
| I been smoking Stompy all day |
| Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up |
| Where’s my man? |
| He’s missin' |
| I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked |
| Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger |
| We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard |
| (NRG made this one) |
| (Ay, Risers, this is hard) |