[Intro]
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Urban Kulture Sounds
I coulda just shot that yute
I'd rather get close, back shanks and rip that
See the drills in the 2's? Man did that
Sit back, laugh with the gang when I chinged that
Put corn in your mouth, no Tic Tac
Dip man, shank don't break like KitKats
Tryna get kills like hitman, binbag
Latex gloves and big shanks
[Verse 1: Jtrizzy]
They're telling me "Stop, it's hurting", like virgins when I push this in
Give man that cheeky grin, while I eat him with the 15 inch
Little man got disarmed and chinged, now my broski's in pen like ink
I'm known for ripping skin
Drag intestines, eat kids like It
Squeeze that like I squeeze her tits
The wappers get beat like I beat his bitch
Bro catty like eating fish, swing with fishes when I feed you this kitch
If you get caught, don't snitch
Like Trigga, 6ix9ine antics
Feds, they ain't find my shit
Done drillings, then wiped my prints
Push that through his cheek and break his teeth
I'm taking him A&E
I hate when mans all saying "Please", like let me enjoy my feast
This dickhead neeks haffi do better
With their wetter, they chinged my knee
See me, I ching man deep on anyone anti-3s
[Verse 2: Kfrmda3s]
Yo, push that, and a man got red on your knife
Ay bro, can I use it?
Don't slip on your block while living your life
Get hit with a broomstick
This life, didn't choose it
But hard to part, push metal inside of your heart
Put drillers inside of a car
We popping them doors, they didn't get far
Beefing the gang and you will get bun
Ripped out your clothes, or you might get X'd off
Don't two man step, best bring all your members, that is your best shot
Out on the O, like who can I chest shot?
Got a new wap, like who can I test on?
16 when I first ripped flesh, and I ain't look back like a kid in a pet shop
[Verse 3: Jtrizzy]
If the mandem seen your organs, stop talking
Big man ting
I've had tings all screaming "It's him"
When I hop out the dings with my cheeky grin
Can't even lie, I've done evil things
I won't even lie, all my people brings
I try to take intestines, tryna cut it out like my name was Tink
I might peddle bike trip in Ring
I'm with broski tryna slide on Lewsey
I like Stopsley 'cah it's juicy
Different flavours on my blade like smoothies
This bad one fucks with the opps
In the party gotta tell them "Move, please"
New plate opps can't chat for man
Do you think I'm beefing newbies
I get bored of fucking groupies
With boobies with a sweet one, still
Netflix, but I can't even chill 'cah me and broski tryna kill, for real
We was in the Hill like Jack and Jill with the .32 that spins like wheels
Ride out, course we will
Don't lack on your block, 'cah the beef is real
[Verse 4: Kfrmda3s]
They got spinners as well
Well I know that I aim it, slap
T got hands on a yea as well
Done peddle bike mode and he got whacked
Done peddle bike mode and he got slapped
We done it ten toes, creep and tap
J gave 2-0, now I know he's tapped
Air ambulance, is he pack?
Wait, huh? (I hope so)
Got a ding dong filled to the max
We jump out gang, couldn't freeze like photo
Buck into man, couldn't run like Oso
Can't lack for the 'uss like K
Stack some funds for the mash like Kojo
Mozy's live, tryna beat all day