Bloodas (feat. Swavey)

(I'm 'boutta get real disrespectful in this motherfu-) Su-Su-Suwoo (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) (Sting like Aybee) Ay Sus get ready Ay S, say we jump out and ching at his belly Let me get close, keep steady Imma jump out too, get cheffy You do the chest, Imma deal with the heady Let's hope that we put him on telly Murder on My Mind like Melly Then we got 2pacs, Makaveli Then bro got AG a hat trick, suttin's head got lit like a match stick Remember we got down Squeeze in Cumbo Guess that he'll never be match fit I saw their main akh do backflips I see a man leave your bitch when Broadday crashed it I poke bare man in my bonnet Don't care if you're fast like Sonic Ever chinged man down 'til he nearly vomit? Corn too fast so you can't run from it Can't step to the mandem, weave 'im or bob 'im Man put two in your noggin Camden Town where bodies are droppin' AGB, the violence ain't stoppin' Spot them, got them, my man's rotten Spot them, got them, my man's rotten I'll chef man up like Assassin's Creed Or punch man up like Apollo Creed Yo, either way you still don't matter I wanna see Blood like the red bandana Free 2smokeyy, came with the hammer Like Thor, you know that the gang's on war I got man down with Greazy, free my nigga, keep bang on your door Keep bang on your door Bro came home when he upped that score with the .44 You'll end on the floor AGB, my loyalty's sworn You can get hit with the corn or sword Either way still get sent to the Lord You can get hit with the corn or sword Either way still get sent to the Lord Spin a Benz on your flats On wass, the best defence is attack Two waps and the Polo with 3 Gs Pop Out, leave man in the Box like Jack Do roads still gotta do maths? We out for a K or doin' up trap Ever seen triple S just going insane? You ain't seen suttin' more sav' My niggas too Greazy, Yevz too mad One-man step to show who's bad Ever bonded over a ride Now loyalty's sworn, can't break that pact We ain't Blood Brothers, we brothers in blood That's from the streets to the mud Gang spilt pints of blood, so who want smoke with the AG tugs? Ay Sus get ready Ay S, say we jump out and ching at his belly Let me get close, keep steady Imma jump out too, get cheffy You do the chest, Imma deal with the heady Let's hope that we put him on telly Murder on My Mind like Melly Then we got 2pacs, Makaveli Then bro got AG a hat trick, suttin's head got lit like a match stick Remember we got down Squeeze in Cumbo Guess that he'll never be match fit I saw their main akh do backflips I see a man leave your bitch when Broadday crashed it I poke bare man in my bonnet Don't care if you're fast like Sonic Ever chinged man down 'til he nearly vomit? Corn too fast so you can't run from it Can't step to the mandem, weave im' or bob im' Man put two in your noggin Camden Town where bodies are droppin' AGB, the violence ain't stoppin' Spot them, got them, my man's rotten Spot them, got them, my man's rotten (Fuckin' killers man CK, Yevz, Strika, Blitz, Smikey Ay, free all my fuckin' AGB members man Ay, ay Niggas know where I'm at, HMP tourin' Ay, ay) (Free Armed Response, bruv) (Trust me)