Lyrics Exit Wounds - Kwengface, Zone 2, PS Hitsquad

Exit Wounds

Mans spitting dem facts
Scratch Mixxed It
If I touch man now, thats a touchdown
HitSquad, ugh
Sebz Beats Baby
Bang that weight, now Im flexing boo
Im in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too
On the opp block doing hide and seek
I’m with a peng ting in my hotel room and the ting wanna fry on my weed
Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me
And I’m O tryna move this 2 pack, but I’m getting all eyes on me
Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped and 2's of the AM get ghost
Got beef in the streets with neeks, they been chinged and two of them ghost
Lowe it, my man tripped and got poked, all you wanna do is sit and post
Dem man put on a show, like, none of us man been ghost
Ugh, P, slide and attack, got two guys in the back
Riding, tryna put guys on their back
Fly out the back, smack, knife him, if you’re offside, let it slap
My guys are more tapped, Trident holding all of my guys back
Any vio, my guys getting back, rise it, Kweng move like Greggs
Smoking dog and it’s smoke guaranteed if it’s Snoop and dem
All of them yutes are skets, push it, leave all them yutes dem wet
Bru-bru, no meds, I call 'em JD, got shoes on decks
I don’t do no threats, no, I ain’t sending
Handle the arms or Anglo Arms, you know my shank ain’t bending
Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending
Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending
And that’s why rhymes are offensive, PS, watering down, don’t mention
Cah I ain’t that, Pecknarm, where we all rolling all black
If all of my guys dem rolling and dat, tryna get packs, we Zoning and dat
I was 13 tryna show that I’m bad, flick shank, 1-O for the dank
Ask what I’ve done, I don’t wanna brag, bro got a hole, let it blow for the gang
Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through
If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo
I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too
Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through
If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo
I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too
Who you cheffed?
'Cause I swear man, it gets me mad
Niggas wan' tweak on the 'gram and Snap
Buck when they cut when their boy gets splashed
Niggas ain’t done no splashings, your blade ain’t wet man, who have you
splashed?
Niggas go check my workrate, if suttin' gets touched then it’s me they bag
I’ve had enough of these guys and their fucking lies
Rolling shotgun on countless rides, how many man got touched by my Rambo knife?
It was calm when I splashed down ***** blood but it was better when I splashed
down *****
Dig it, spin it, we’re taking turns, we didn’t leave 'till that man looked
finished
They ain’t ever done suttin' so bait, there’s like ten man that’s on the news
Then I sit back and laugh with my nan, I say «sad 'cause I knew that yute»
Pull up and back that Sammy out, hella man screaming out «yo, it’s Snoop»
Hella man ran for their lives, if you trip then it’s shame on you
Niggas tried cut thru' my block, within that week man suttin' got splashed
I ain’t got gassed, they ain’t ever been bad, he was with his auntie,
man that’s facts
Even when I backed that smoke, done that shit all bait face
Slapped that once and the wap was played, that would’ve been the end of *****
I don’t give a fuck about age, get splashing where I show disobedience
Pull up with a shank or a pap-pap, niggas dem run like it’s 100 metres
LR psycho, I’m gassed not a, Capri Sun, I squeezed it
Two got got shanks and sticks on deck, don’t cross me like old Jesus
Gyally all catty with the batty, I pree’d it, gyally catty like Felix
Throw it back mad, she a demon, throat like the opps where I was seating
I give a opp so much for the speaking, bro had to drag me back and say «leave him»
Fuck that shit, he done bent like Jason, then I’m kway-kway with Adam,
not Deacon
Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through
If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo
I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too
Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through
If I touch man now, thats a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There’s no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I’m flexing boo
I’m in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too