Lyrics:
IT GET IT GET IT GET IT GET IT
IGET IT MAN
IF A DEAD PREZ ON I GET IT
I GET IT MAN
MAN I GET IT GET IT GET IT GET IT
GET IT
IF A DEAD PREZ IS
a drive-by the way she riding
Gave her the dick, now she cant stop smiling
I don't want love don't get excited
All these nigga's I'm flooding
With the water
I'm from the ends where they boop in ya head
Or knife to your chest
Or where your day ones can leave you for dead
Peer pressures mad cos it can have
chest
War on the horizon, I'll do my best
Memories and nightmares are shaking my body
Can't stop all the thoughts in my head
The horrible imagery,
them friends a drop
Shot connect braking news before 7 o'clock
Who connect shadow clan get pay contract
Teeth an lip can't win in a war
Drive by where
you tell? and if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? uh
Drive-by's and niggas die, murder
the beat is dead
To make it live on
Cuz we champions
Ya’ll ambien
Sleepin’ on a nigga that’s handling
I just make it happen then plan again
Got more drive
me at 3 I'll clock ya dead by 4
Cos me and my click whoa we're well hardcore
Man ya get a drivebyin a me drive by car
Lover lover loverman dem talk
dance like bachata
ARP from New York it go "Gra Gra"
Walk down look at his face fuck a Drive by
Fuckin' on yo bitch now she mine say "bye bye"
These
Quick drive, got a can of Rio in my right hand
Shout me, I’ve got tickets to see your favourite band
You tell me that you’re going with another man
the sand
apparitions doing a spanish dance in the ceiling fan
I feel like I'm being grabbed by a million hands
Do ya feel me man
Talk with my hands ima
home
You still think shit sweet, hanging on your block?
You really thinking we ain't spinning the block?
We coming 'round fast, drive-by in a droptop
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
saying, baddie by my side
Your bitch she trynna save me but I'm probably gettin high
I see the sky turning red, means a motherfucker dead inside
I'm killing
Khoon de aa rishte khoon hi bahunde (My blood family spills my blood)
Aj vi a mainu dead name na balunde (They still call me by my dead name)
Shartan
yall gonna do about that
niggas
[Hook:]
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
a light
And it comes right down and
It lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead
diss dem dead
Live binds stuck inna head
Mek one drive by dem fled
Pussy shoulda gaw dem bed
Bwoy bat wi fly weh like frisbee
Yo ah wah do some john crow
the drive by van
Shooting with no plan
Im the man
Bitch talk about fair
Don't you dare
Underground mayor
Creeping in my lair
Empty stares all around
Down
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
'cause the nigga on the passenger side automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a you-P-T
You
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
a drive Chevrolet
Dem come a dancehall and a push up dem chest
A tell crowd a people bout dem a di best
And when you tek a stock my god a dem nuh fresh
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