Exit Wounds

Scratch Mixxed it (brat) (Two) Hitsquad Sebz Beats Baby Y.P.B.I (look) On the opp block doing hide and seek I'm with a peng t'ing in my hotel room And the t'ing wanna fry on my weed Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me (no way) And I'm O tryna move this two pack, but I'm getting all eyes on me Yo, four and a half of me get chopped and two's of the AM get dosed Got beef in the streets with neeks They been chinged and two of them ghost (low it) My man tripped, got poked, all you wanna do is sit on post Dem man put on a show, like none of us man been ghost (low it) Ugh (P), slide and attack (Hitsquad) Got two guys in the back Riding, tryna put guys on their back Pull out the bat, 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 (oh shit) All of them yutes are skets, push it and 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 (nah-uh) handle the arms or Anglo Arms, You know my shank ain't bending (come on) Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending (for real) 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, gang Man's spitting the facts There's no way they can let man through (true) If I touch man now, that's 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 Man's spitting the facts There's no way they could let man through If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap) I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs 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 (blood) Niggas ain't done no splashings Your blade ain't wet man, who have you splashed? (It ain't) Niggas go check my workrate, if suttin' gets touched then it's me they bag I've had enough with these guys and their fucking lies Rolling shotgun on countless rides How many man got touched and 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 'til that man looked finished They ain't ever done suttin' so bait (they ain't) They 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 (what a shame) 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 - (end) I don't give a fuck about age Get splashing where I show disobedience Pull up with a shank or (pap-pap), niggas dem run like it's 100 metres LR psycho, I'm gassed not a gas bag, Capri Sun, I squeezed it Two got shanks and sticks on deck Don't cross me like old Jesus Girl, you all catty with the batty, I pree'd it Girl, you catty like Felix Bro it back mad, she a demon Thought let the opps do 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 Man's spitting the facts There's no way they can let man through If I touch man now, that's 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 Man's spitting the fact There's no way they can let man through If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap) I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too