Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - V9. Release date: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| We do drills, the blogs don’t post it |
| We keep it shut, we don’t care for promotion |
| Grip this shank in motion |
| Lift man up, leave the homeboy soulless |
| Bankai stance I’m approachin' |
| Make man drown in a home made ocean |
| We was here, now we’re gone |
| Call that locomotion |
| Bang it off for the rush |
| Hit man, go back and roll bud |
| Is it true he got touched? |
| Tell that yute to lift up his top |
| A pussy got touched by the 98 once |
| We ride out tryna pierce man’s skin |
| Take that life, kill that prick |
| They ride out for the Snaps and shit |
| Your brother got touched and you ain’t done shit |
| Had the young boys lookin' down like 'shit' |
| Left him Japan, 98 shit |
| AB skits, Samurai, two Twix |
| Wet man, he’s done, now he’s pissed |
| Pull up with the gleen, you just sing, no choir |
| Plus come good like Lizzie McGuire |
| Wet man down 'til he expires |
| Cheff man, watch him lean |
| Bleed, he can’t breath |
| Wet man down with speed |
| See red like McQueen |
| Double S, that’s a team |
| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man |
| Take her Miami, she holds this heat |
| Slap this wap like I picture my |
| Cheff man, watch him lean |
| Bleed, he can’t breath |
| Wet man down with speed |
| See red like McQueen |
| Double S, that’s a team |
| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man |
| Take her Miami, she holds this heat |
| Slap this wap like I picture my |
| Who care about a lockdown? |
| Get 'round there tryna score me a touch down |
| Grab this mash and start bangin' |
| Slap it 'til man cabbaged |
| Let’s talk this shit if we’re gangsters |
| Them man do it for the net, dumb actors |
| Pull up on action, leave man cancelled |
| And flattened |
| I got called for a one-two passa |
| Shells gon' chew my man like some pasta |
| Or backin' the stab |
| Gotta watch him stagger, then I catch up |
| Stack the, tell him dancer |
| I don’t need no answer |
| When it rings, watch your boys move faster |
| He had his rum, now he’s gone, what a bummer |
| Wet man down, pure laughter |
| Bore man up 'cah it’s death I’m after |
| cig had me sour |
| Through the rain like angel showers |
| Dotty come long like towers |
| Twin buzzys, that head back mash up |
| I caught ***, I left man stab up |
| Man can’t chat on my name, get splashed up |
| Cheff man, watch him lean |
| Bleed, he can’t breath |
| Wet man down with speed |
| See red like McQueen |
| Double S, that’s a team |
| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man |
| Take her Miami, she holds this heat |
| Slap this wap like I picture my |
| Cheff man, watch him lean |
| Bleed, he can’t breath |
| Wet man down with speed |
| See red like McQueen |
| Double S, that’s a team |
| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man |
| Take her Miami, she holds this heat |
| Slap this wap like I picture my |
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