Lyrics CGM – No Chattings
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Splasha:
15 inch on my side see a opp thank God that my brakes still working
Seven man V one hundred men with a hundred shanks but them man dispersing
Ten man try wet up Skum, Skum wet one but them man didn’t hurt him
They came once or twice but think ’bout life when they take take turning
12 boys love chat crud but ain’t on much when it’s up in person
Really tryna splash man down don’t know about stop, watch my shank gets working
Really tryna take man out I don’t do ride outs just to fucking hurt him
Dem man come to the border, Franky took a pic on the block must’ve forgot he got splashed round the corner
Look what we did in the junction, they don’t have a clue but they knew it was Slaughter
Striker be a five star borer, chop that down make the shotty look shorter
Please don’t talk bout cash, had West on lock like Kim Kardash
Remember when he hid in the bush, tryna find his man with my iPhone flash
Dip my man in his lungs ten plus one, watch his eyes roll back
Come if you say you’re gonna come, stop adding my guys on snap
These pussy niggas so neeky, chased Trickz down with a shank while Striker splashed up Jeezy
Fredo got shot and stabbed, but he still wanna chat and be cheeky
Ask my man what I done, two in each lungs now his chest all weezy
Made a five figure stack from trap, calls from the cats got me feeling sleepy
ZK:
Get man down and wait for bro just to finish the job
Is ZK on, get round there just to turn man off
Lick your head back if he let’s that off, itch his chest give him more that a cough
Cocaine turn rock, rock, ten plus one we bop
Nothing but blood when I step through blocks
Ching man down then we step from cops
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gyal suck dick no hands do it better then my caramel Barbie
Me and Jsav weren’t raving when AD got splashed in the party
Bros on consistent drilling’s, you don’t wanna see Splash hop out the car seat
Jakes on my back tryna run with the pack but the white boys can’t get past me
I don’t wanna draw that zoot cause that zoot ain’t food, that zoot there tarry
On the glide with the dots don’t give no toss, anyone in the crowd get bun
Bro straight drop in the kitchen, but he might add a pinch of rum
I don’t take the piss, I do no ticks if it don’t come back in one
Strictly skeleton wettings, wet mans chest or I wet mans lung
Three piece in the back seat, that’s Rackz and me tryna get man bun
Last time bro let that rise, I can’t lie he hit two with one
Get man down and wait for bro just to finish the job
Is ZK on, get round there just to turn man off
Lick your head back if he let’s that off, itch his chest give him more that a cough
Cocaine turn rock, rock ten plus one we bop
Nothing but blood when I step through blocks
Ching man down then we step from