Showkey
No More Amigos
(Showkey)
K and Sha Sha they in Bexpark and they lurkin.
On the opp block with that 1 pop.
I get the drop drop and I'm burnin.
See my guys they mash workin
and it's on top so we're jerkin.
TT get the nines and them dot shots
and that boy Charmz we gon burn him, we gon hurt him.
Little dead man and that's certain.
In those droptops we just park park,
then we bruck shot then we swervin.
We got black blades and we blacked out,
in that black whip we skrtin, mash workin.
Then it's back to the ends.
Back to get work in.
Them man could never come NP,
cause they know that man'll get bursted.
MS ain't on this.
I'm like fuck you and your amigos.
Like in your ends you don't run shit.
You see little Russ yeah he gun grip.
Man get left dead with that pump ting.
Make a man cut from that cut ting.
When the tings worked out they're cuttin light.
20 man on that block.
M plot getting taped off
and that's a shutdown on that damn block.
Boom bah the block blazed off.
My n***as whip whip in that kitchen.
In the trap they say take grub.
L will play your line to get paid tough.
Now he's breaking bricks cause it paid off.
N***as know that I'm Showkey.
Yeah man has got links for a Ruger.
Man try say fuck NP,
like I won't come round with a shooter.
Like I won't wizz round on a scooter,
and when I come round I'll boot ya.
Man are spending profit on bitches.
So I'll jerk man for that tooka.
Hands on 4's and it ain't even 20 past.
N***as need to know them 20's blast.
You n***as ain't let none gon see me.
Cut the ting right back on a semi, blast.
Cah they ain't on nada.
You can get a slaughter, no farda.
Make a n***a run, Mo Farah.
Speed up, act, run mo faster.
you n***as ain't been OT.
My n***as distributing them Oz's.
Smell the shit on these OG's,
and I'm MG get to know please.
On sight, you ain't banging on Smoky.
I'm on the opp strip with no pokey.
If I go Bexpark it ain't lonelies.
You might see Temz or just Showkey.
TT tryna cop a automatic,
allow it T shit'll get tragic.
Cah you know mans gonna slap it.
Wipe man down for the mud if he'll have it.
Get man down for the chattin.
Get the barrel blown,
in the mans chest when he clap it.
And the ting blew his back in.
And all of that happened cause fuckboys chattin.
Bad B move ratchet.
If she givin man blows for the O's she a hatterz.
Belly get back to the matters.
Scream B2K cause my n***as all savage.
Most of my n***as them trappers.
They just tryna make trapline jump like rabbit.
And, A with the slappers,
get man down with the Ramsey or daggers.
My n***as in the vava vroom.
Lurking round to whoosh man with the broom.
My n***as crash when I sleng that food.
Cuz just do it then scoot.
Handin out buds in the room.
Spark the joint then man boom.
Make a man disappear like magic.
Cah the fuckboy wanna get rude.
Hands on deck.
Act up then it's hands on Tec.
And the whole of your gang's all wet.
Got a pack, got a pack like Jet.
Opp boy fill him up with lead.
Hand ting get you corn on ends.
You get corn on the snitch to the feds.
So them fuckboy der gon dead.