Roadrunner

By Ink

Released on August 29, 2019

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[Intro]

"I know kids that are 15, 16 years old. They can multiply $100 into $5000 in less than 4 hours. Doing drugs, selling drugs and they are very proud about it"


[Verse 1: INK]

Rusty-Rusty one their shits getting peaked

The wap goes "Shhh" and man don't speak

Mans got speed on the road like road runner

Piss off the fiends give them tea with no sugar

Rip your gang cause their all so pissed

INK's that devious motherfucker

We'll cook that crack on your mothers cooker

Rise that dot like "scuta duta"

Your man woulda get got woulda [man dont make sense here]

Semtex blow up his block like [?]

The thing woulda come down like the Ballymun flats

And the boys got straps if anyone rats, Do'em up proper

Hit'em in the rib and the neck like choppa

Man's in the crop house counting up dough

Making deals on the crypted phones, pick up the wap, grip them chromes


[verse 2: INK]

Cook that shit, cook, cook it on low

Man pirates, pirates whipping that bowl

Get that gone, get that sold

Got a big rambo that'd take man soul

#86 and my gang gets flashy

Doin up work get rid of that patsy

Your man woulda get got and dumped on the bank streets

Boy you ain't got no tactic

Hit'em in the chin make your man do backflips

#86 gang will ching to come better that

Run man down skin'em like predator

Hit'em with a mac like "Dududududu"

Take that wap get rid of it

Light up his gaf like Crimbo

Slap his bitch cause i know she a bimbo

Slice your cheek out here no kimbo

Hang out the window letting that thing go

Catch your nan when she going to bingo

Snub one big nose, mans in the bill like "Mo Salah"

Get that box "Go Tala[?]"

Pull up in the jam, man skid and squeal

Click, boom Hit'em with the steel

Stab proof vest, yeah man that's no shield

Yeah, man stab him in the chest with a kitchen one

Your best bet now, invest in a gun

Man will rob your hood like Robin and do up Ed with that long shank

Better run Boris like Tom Hanks

Your man woulda get nabbed like Captain Philips

Mans no villians here with that mash

Hit a man with the dash for the cash

Hide and seek, no catch and splash

(No hide and seek, catch and splash)