S3

S3

Ruger.0151

Альбом: S3
Длительность: 2:58
Год: 2025
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(Rhino Beats, hottest in the streets)

Hop out the bush with a shush
Put him in a pack like loud packs kush
Hop out the bush with a shush
Put him in a pack like loud packs kush

Hit the corner like Ken, got the S3 skidding
Aim for his face, got his neck, back, dripping blood
Trying to intercept, broke off through the gap
The Nassat him down, had him laying out flat
Can't move slow, I've gotta make it out fast
Get lost in me thoughts when I think about the past
If you fuck with me team, I swear down you won't last
I dipped the kid quick and flew back for the wap
I'm all blacked out, I've got to drop by the alley
Had to put me joint down, no time for a bally (nah)
Raggo in the whip, 140 down valley
Gelato in me spliff, only smokin' on Cali
Hitting bends from the plod like a rally
I love Lizzie, only person I'd marry
Got a .357, spin your chin like a Gary
Plus we mates got fifty shots for the fizzy
Look, I make the G bust like it's fifty
I let the thing grip, don't feel the full clip, G
Give him a face shot and P learnt his lesson
Me Anglo's Christian was giving out blessings
In bed I'm all stressing (you're lucky)
Fruit Ninja splitting mangoes and melons, get caught, there's no telling
Hate it when I'm in cuffs and me knocky is belling (Rhino Beats, hottest in the streets)
Delete me text, can't prove what I'm selling
Works in another address, no sweating
You wanna play the game, best change up your setting
D got more cars than a Asian guy's wedding
Got a bag over me wap 'cause they haven't changed me weapon
I'm a scatty little cunt, I kept me blade when I wet him
Shout out Lokes kept it real since I met him
Me boys on go and I hope it goes well
Trapping out the bando, Kip in a hotel
Get jammed up and I know he won't tell (silence)
Rosary beads on me neck, I keep hope
Bullets flyin', people dyin', then you're gonna meet the pope
Late night with the thermos and you crop through the scope (God)

RS11 in me spliff make you choke
Chill and smoke and skywalker getting high
Turn me phone on, bro, 'cause I need to supply
You'll melt like ice when pressure gets applied
Look, rolling with twelve bells like a Honda
Silent bootings you gotta bin bag the Ronda
R150 got blacked out graphics
Thought it was a KTC I couldn't have it
Having night fights on the mains, don't panic
Gotta die me leg fucking sticking out me jacket
Done another lap (and then what?)
And then caught him with his mask, the little maggot
Smoking on his weed, but I think it's a habit
Comes back packing, still smell through the packet
Shout the farmer would not crop and no carrot shot
You have the rats bouncing round the field like rabbits (long fella)
Nose long like the Eiffel in Paris, free the encro
Jeez, exchange in his Spanish
Judge giving out birds like a parrot
I'm just dealing with my card like a tarot on my hustle
Everyday like Tristan and Tate, you need a membership
You wanna come 'round the flip, wait
I to do it like X3 and smoke me the chase (hey)

Pop out the bush with a shush
Put him in a pack like loud packs kush
Pop out the bush with a shush (Rhino Beats, hottest in the streets)
Put him in a pack like loud packs kush

Free IO, free Bonesy, free Big Leafy
Free the whole team, man, three wears back