Sus
Bleed
[Verse]
I can't talk much what the Agar's did
We're the reason that their mate turned shit
Can't say that, catch my gist?
That's the reason we're harassed by pigs
Fuck your star sign, "k", deepthroat, dick her
Call her Cronus cos she ate my kids
She rate my gangsters, said "they're my pricks"
I give her thug love then hug, no kiss
Don't diss, don't give the mandem lip or you get put down like the mandem vis
Man open heads, I don't eat brains
I fed my zombie and bro fed his
Had a dream like MLK that feds let a young n***a beef
She bad, she can't be bae 'cah bands make her dance like Juicy J
She made for the streets
I'm back in the ride with the eagle eye
Told H "spin back, just spot me a neek"
Pop out like Polo G
Hit man's heads, John F Kennedy
Real motherfucker like Eazy E
I'm in the white house, ain't in D.C
I don't need scales to bag this b
Just give me a table, cling, and sheets
Anything goes for Active Gang
Our guns get banged like hoes get beat
Just throw up an A if you fuck with me
Fuck with any of my brothers, I'll make you bleed
War is war and if you ain't right then less is more
So hold your breath when you bang that fours and swing that high if you swing your sword
Open heads and penetrate thoughts
What did you think, that you won't get caught?
How many 18 plates got bought?
A opp got bored and a car got torched
Bro just copped a fantastic fours
Thing on his lap when we go on tour
Leave man stretched like Professor Reed's
Then man disappear like Susan Storm
Man spent too much time in the bando
Man ain't ever seen a uni' dorm
Feds don't like us, wanna indite us
Fuck all the boys in uniform
Man chinged that once then chinged that twice and on the third one I bent my knife
I do it for AK and S45, 'til all of them die, this beef won't die
And none of them six boys touched my guys
Put your GG in a blunt and ride
I can't tell you why 7 ate 9, for half of a 10 you can eat this bine
[Outro]
We don't fuck with pigs and vermin
Round here, 999 is a no no no but we don't speak German
But when we skurring, that's how I prefer it
Told my Mali "let's go gliding"
He said "sobah let's go lurking"
Bro just kicked down door for the chickens
He ain't Jamaican, he loves jerking