Testo No Hook - V9

No Hook

turn 60, who gives a fuck, that ain’t stopping us
Brand new Glocks, brand new whip
We don’t shoot at legs, aim high at kid
I swing my knife, I tear up skin and I do it all in the bits
I’m tryna kill, I ain’t tryna think, I need yutes in Riz
Stop taking the piss, you got hit in your shit
And up in your hood you’re a bitch
Stop talking shit, you ain’t hopped out a stolen and put a yute on the ground
Made him drown, put him down, clowns
I bill up the dead, the powers intense, I’m losing common sense
Don’t sit on that fence, that’s top with intent
What can’t you comprehend?
Can’t defend when I step with the jets
Vroom, hold up, stop, glare, glare
DSR on my drip, who cares?
It wasn’t me who slapped, it was close as hell
He survived, oh well, he still held shells
Said we don’t slap bine, liar
Decamp cars,
fire
Petrol bath man wait for the fire
Switch on a, just sing like a Choir