Bine

Brrrrr, bang, bang Yo, CGM, Huncho, Sav'o, Digga Ayy, imagine, oi, yeah, yeah, yeah Rush them with that gun, we come and shoot, move (HL8) Baow, bro, suck your mudda, yeah Yo, yo, yo (HL8) Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine, bine, bine, bine (brr) Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine (brr) AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime, my slime (brr) Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side guy Said she love one man, gunman That roll with he and give the boy Santan And at the back of the ped, fling lead, one hand I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can Shooters, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (yeah) One-nine, one-one rugars, clips filed with tea (yeah) Come back, two first, broad day (yeah, yeah) White skin, brownin', ruthless (grr) Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot I see how much man get shot (grrt, bow) For my 19th, Tee got caught and shot For my 20th, two got shot and they shocked (bap, bap) I see the USA takin' the piss out of knies (ah?) Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah) On civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (don't listen) You think lookin' is wise? Cool, look then Most ain't the same when they see Rack shook them No bikes, circle the 9 on my foot then Skinz got stressed, they don't know who took them Got cheffed, catch captain and hook them Goin' on a glide with the guys, don't be shook then Before swingin' my knife, I was beatin' up guys Used to see streets and whoop them Circle the nine with a .9 at nine (brr) Tryna find them guys, fill 'em up with nine (bine) Crocodile teeth and they defo' gon' bite They're nothing like I, that's 20-plus time (yeah) Left the 9, head straight to the 5 That's a four days work, I ain't workin' no lidge job Everyone that I beef, already got picked on Multiple names been ticked off (grrah-bah) They say Hunch gets Horrid when pissed off I could talk 'bout victims, talk 'bout kitchens Enough of them nanks been rinsed off And they know that the mash gets clicked off Yeah, I'm good with my hands Came through with a bang, I smacked in a chip shop (pussy) And they tried put racks on AP They must've been talkin' a wrist watch Yo, up the pole, let 'em know how we roll on a Rolls I've got several man down, yes, on my own (bow, bow) We got a pack, don't tell no one, not a soul He got shot in his neck and back, why you think we callin' Whoosh? Had to let man know (brr) On a six double O and I might just blow Free bro 'cah he done got nicked, two poles Still cheff man down on the wing That's more than a soul Put A on AP if he try drive-by I'll make corn fly, he can hold that bine I'm brekky like Rack, get five in the chest If you ain't got a vest than you might just die You ain't in the T but why? Your life is a mess, you're broke, go get on your grind Splash, splash, man do it with Splash Or you can get hit with the side by side (brat brat) Halloween season, tryna take your pumpkin You want score, 7.62s and run them Blrrd, blrrd, are you frontin'? They say I'm sheisty like Pooh, don't trust him So much beef on my plate, I ain't tryna gain weight But like a fat kid, I love it Which one's gonna get more pooch? Not whip on the jewels Either way, I got all types of rubbers You want the revolver? Ain't takin' no risk I'm tappin' it raw, bare backin' the spins I'm chokin' a brownin', strangle the bitch Trust Yosh got the wheel when I jump out the whip I'm out front in the field with Striker Kids put sauce on my blade or I'm lettin' it rip Kick the bitch out my crib, she ain't lettin' me hit About dead that beef, we ain't settlin' shit Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (grr), bine, bine, bine Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine (grr) AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (grr), my slime Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (grr), bine, bine, bine Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine (grr) AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (grr), my slime Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side (HL8) (Man like, man like Ron, you know) (LJS on the beat)