Drillings 2
[Intro - MadMax]
Gang gang gang
You know, Mad Rasclart Max
[Verse 1 - MadMax]
Step on volts like who's on who
Them man lie for the boos, splash how I move, I'm a diligent goon
Ask a man what happened that day, my one inch flicky did him in two
I get my man live on the cam, me, TS and YJ too
So how can these gems talk rude?
And they know what we do
Shit then, fuck, it's mad
And the n***as they know what we do
If you trespassing you get gooed
That's tomato ketchup on you
Mad feds tryna do him up too
QBO or SMG too
We circle your block like we're tryna find you
We run their block, not them
Bruck back there and the bullets all bent
These bullets got a name of a friend
Why you think they call me NutsLooseMents?
Drill, drill on a man's best friend
QB bop then we inject chest
Step and splash that's what we know best
Them dargs, always tryna get the first fetch
Shit then, uh uh, that's smoke in the bag
And we step round there, 'bout 2am and I swear that a man got splashed
I bet they know about that
Don't try back your shank to do dash
They tell lies and we telling facts
On my guys, I put that shit on gang
Tap Skeng and M should know about that
And these man had these punks tryna chat my name
But the ramsey went straight through, came with the 'shh' that would've been a K
But bro told me there's always another day
Splash, your olders get chinged same way
And it's mad 'cos I know the neeks are all lame
When we come, they always show batty not face
Run, trip up and splash up your mates
Run, run, come back for your son
Applying the pressure, you know it's mad
Rambo dripping, came back lifting
How many times have we been out fishing on the lurk for a victim?
Oh good riddance, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil' chickens
You dumb lil' chickens, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil' chickens
Tryna splash man down on some violence
You lil' creeps don't fuck with the trident
How many times has a man been gliding?
Trip up, splash, your man's inspired
KRS or KR you
Creep up, splash, your man on the news
How many times we ducked down yutes like remember that time that we came for you
Tap Skeng, M, jump up crew
Big man don't lie to your crew
Two flickys up and six man blew
Izzy bent his shank then blew
Run arf and left you abused
Stammer, trip up, it could've been you
Don't drew up, drop to get chewed
Cave in the chest that's two times two
[Verse 2 - NitoNB]
Still go Jumu'ah for my sins, I repent
Say 1 5, don't ride, what sense?
Them boy run and hide they hop fence
Bills on a ride, lose my loose men
Tryna get man down, see who's next
How many times was your mumzy stressed?
Thinking "I should buy my son a damn vest"
Big man scream cah' his friends done left
Devilish thoughts, devilish stick
Devilish car, blacked out tints
Run, some are a far, see the boys they're bitch
Play that bench cos you ain't on pitch
Fly Upsa wit' a pack, go pitch
No R.I.C.Os, can't go like Mitch
Why the opps lie, dumb guys talk shit
Vigourous thugs, 1, 5 and 6
Late night lurk on a paigons strip
How many times did the guy get dipped?
Inject tops, torned Ts, your pissed
You can get touched if you talk 'bout Wizz
And we press it, and then fuck off, we evacuate that scene
Them boy pull up their pants and leave
What's in the bag? They dont want to see
Done a 1 move success mans pleased
Pissed that we couldn't say RIP
Fucked up mess, shoulda seen that scene
Officers come haffi get blood get cleaned
Gang gang gang
You know, Mad Rasclart Max
[Verse 1 - MadMax]
Step on volts like who's on who
Them man lie for the boos, splash how I move, I'm a diligent goon
Ask a man what happened that day, my one inch flicky did him in two
I get my man live on the cam, me, TS and YJ too
So how can these gems talk rude?
And they know what we do
Shit then, fuck, it's mad
And the n***as they know what we do
If you trespassing you get gooed
That's tomato ketchup on you
Mad feds tryna do him up too
QBO or SMG too
We circle your block like we're tryna find you
We run their block, not them
Bruck back there and the bullets all bent
These bullets got a name of a friend
Why you think they call me NutsLooseMents?
Drill, drill on a man's best friend
QB bop then we inject chest
Step and splash that's what we know best
Them dargs, always tryna get the first fetch
Shit then, uh uh, that's smoke in the bag
And we step round there, 'bout 2am and I swear that a man got splashed
I bet they know about that
Don't try back your shank to do dash
They tell lies and we telling facts
On my guys, I put that shit on gang
Tap Skeng and M should know about that
And these man had these punks tryna chat my name
But the ramsey went straight through, came with the 'shh' that would've been a K
But bro told me there's always another day
Splash, your olders get chinged same way
And it's mad 'cos I know the neeks are all lame
When we come, they always show batty not face
Run, trip up and splash up your mates
Run, run, come back for your son
Applying the pressure, you know it's mad
Rambo dripping, came back lifting
How many times have we been out fishing on the lurk for a victim?
Oh good riddance, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil' chickens
You dumb lil' chickens, your pushing your siblings you dumb lil' chickens
Tryna splash man down on some violence
You lil' creeps don't fuck with the trident
How many times has a man been gliding?
Trip up, splash, your man's inspired
KRS or KR you
Creep up, splash, your man on the news
How many times we ducked down yutes like remember that time that we came for you
Tap Skeng, M, jump up crew
Big man don't lie to your crew
Two flickys up and six man blew
Izzy bent his shank then blew
Run arf and left you abused
Stammer, trip up, it could've been you
Don't drew up, drop to get chewed
Cave in the chest that's two times two
[Verse 2 - NitoNB]
Still go Jumu'ah for my sins, I repent
Say 1 5, don't ride, what sense?
Them boy run and hide they hop fence
Bills on a ride, lose my loose men
Tryna get man down, see who's next
How many times was your mumzy stressed?
Thinking "I should buy my son a damn vest"
Big man scream cah' his friends done left
Devilish thoughts, devilish stick
Devilish car, blacked out tints
Run, some are a far, see the boys they're bitch
Play that bench cos you ain't on pitch
Fly Upsa wit' a pack, go pitch
No R.I.C.Os, can't go like Mitch
Why the opps lie, dumb guys talk shit
Vigourous thugs, 1, 5 and 6
Late night lurk on a paigons strip
How many times did the guy get dipped?
Inject tops, torned Ts, your pissed
You can get touched if you talk 'bout Wizz
And we press it, and then fuck off, we evacuate that scene
Them boy pull up their pants and leave
What's in the bag? They dont want to see
Done a 1 move success mans pleased
Pissed that we couldn't say RIP
Fucked up mess, shoulda seen that scene
Officers come haffi get blood get cleaned