Lyrics Roll & Shoot - Zone 2, Carns Hill, Kwengface

Roll & Shoot

SRB Seperation confirmed
Coming up on staging the burnout of the two twin solid rocket boosters at 2.
5 seconds
(Two-two)
Trizzla!
How many times we chinged and got around there with dots and things
Ride out when jakes came, 'bout ten stuff got flinged
No mess but mops, like full stops theres dots
Ride on the 2, at your own risk
Suttin just might get dropped
Any opp get sparked then you get shaved
If my labs on then you might get blazed
Samurai ching, ching then skate
Do it on the backs, do on the mains
Blood on the streets, blood on paves
Touch up skulls, touch men brains
Ride at night and ride broad day
Splash man down then smooch with bae
Im single, so I smooch with my blade
No buss 12 get the gauge, no cook bruce brought tray
How ain’t I afraid, ching man up then say «hey»
Run them down no delay, I’m the predator you’re the prey
They always say I’m a snake
And they always say I’m a fake
All now they ain’t done me nothing
And I still live on their estate
They always say I’m a snake
And they always say I’m a fake
All now they ain’t done me nothing
And I still live on their estate
Like, yo my bruce
Got a drop, it’s an opp, roll and shoot
Oh shit, oh shit, oh my lawd it’s the 2's
Who’s that yute?
I backed my shank, he left his bruce
I’ll do man rude, hashtag zoots
Got a drop, it’s an opp, roll and shoot
Oh shit, oh shit, oh my lawd it’s the 2's
Who’s that yute?
I backed my shank, he left his bruce
I’ll do man rude, hashtag zoots
Shotgun diligent, I’m looking at bro like isn’t it
One man up in the OT spot, 5 hours straight like man’s been billin it
1−2 fizz on a ding dong ting, been and shoot like man’s not listening
Im out here on a quiff quoff queff man whip that thing like mans not missing it
And I do my job, if I need to
And I’ll threads mans face with a needle
I cut down ice bergs like ice hurts but I still wrap it up in this sea food
And I buss my gun, tell a big man don’t run
Couldn’t find him on his block, so that financed Merc’s got spun
I’m a P.I.M.P like 50 cent
If you see HitSquad in a car, that’s bad news, that’s hashtag drenched
Like if I go zone 2 step
Man catch mans friend, hashtag drenched
Opps tryna aim for arms, when I’m really tryna get mans chest
Girl said mans to bait, I said who?
Narsty or TB?
I ain’t inna no friend friend ting, I ain’t no Joey or Phoebe
And now shes asking for freebies, how she so cheeky?
I’m way too smooth with the beenie, she said you’re weird and you’re creepy
Like, yo my bruce
Got a drop, its an opp, roll and shoot
Oh shit, oh shit, oh my lawd it’s the 2's
Who’s that yute?
I backed my shank, he left his bruce
I’ll do man rude, hashtag zoots
Got a drop, its an opp, roll and shoot
Oh shit, oh shit, oh my lawd it’s the 2's
Who’s that yute?
I backed my shank, he left his bruce
I’ll do man rude, hashtag zoots