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PS Hitsquad

"Dennis Da Menace"

[Intro]
Scratch On The Beat
Sebz Beats, baby!

Hahaha, oh sh*t!
Ay Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold
Real n*ggas in the cut, Pecknarm
n*ggas know
Dududu

[Verse 1]
Like, (P!), I miss my bredrins
Gotta chat on the Bluey or Zanco
All for the bankrolls or 'cause of vengeance
Bro's on the wing just riding
No he ain't typing, still on his sentence
I just sent DSqueezo a change
He's probably on basic watching Eastenders
What you know about them ones there?
And you gotta eat so your kettle rewired
My metal still trying
Make your belly all hang, you're looking retired
And, if it ain't ching, it's ping or him
Grab him, you know he's not tying
Cah I wanna make all of this bread
Cah I let it all burn like the London Fires
I mean Fire of London
Hitsquad's in the ride too often
Why you think Blacko's outside of London?
And that's why I get high so often
I got long lost siblings thinking "sh*t
When's the last time I bucked 'em?"
Anything B get bun, sounds like I'm tryna find that substance
When I rap no cap, I'm tryna hit hats
Still cut through with my hoodie, the ting got a boogie
You better look back (Look back at it)
Or I'm pushing my blade in fully, it's matching my melanin swag
I ain't talking 'bout hitting the run, son, but I've been popping them tags
Stupid, tryna say money can't buy happiness? Then I'm better off sad

[Chorus]
PS, menace, might as well call me Dennis
And I got stripes, ahlie bro tell 'em
Shellings, bro just shellings
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
Shellings, bro just shell 'em
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
All of my bros need medics
PS, menace, might as well call me Dennis
And I got stripes, ahlie bro tell 'em
Shellings, bro just shellings
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
Shellings, bro just shell 'em
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
All of my bros need medics

[Verse 2]
I can tell you 'bout so much, so much chat
There's times where I drenched man constant
Stopped, then realised I was all sweating
Push then drag 'til my wrist goes lazy, then carry on stepping
Got a black bally, it's Peckham
Yeah, yeah, my end's top two and not second
Back blade, Wesley Snipes, don't test me, I got the shortest temper
I got bros that don't go O but get rid of them bricks like Jenga
Locked up but then I came out in summer, I didn't see September
Jakes on me, I'm a member
They want me out but my name isn't Wenger
Nike Tech, Air Max
Send diss tracks, don't scare man
Pull up, cook up, Hitsquad's here fam
Social services, we've been hurting kids
You should put 'em in care fam
Who you gonna call? Air that
Do it Ghostbusters, bruce just air man
Who you gonna call? Air that
Do it Ghostbusters, bruce just air man
And I'm still tryna get rich
Neanderthals, still carrying sticks
Guess we just stuck in our ways, f*cking with waves, back to the strip
I don't really f*ck with Italian kicks
sh*t, tryna get more of them sticks
Dududu, bullet at kids
PS, PS, bully on sh*t

[Chorus]
PS, menace, might as well call me Dennis
And I got stripes, ahlie bro tell 'em
Shellings, bro just shellings
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
Shellings, bro just shell 'em
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
All of my bros need medics
PS, menace, might as well call me Dennis
And I got stripes, ahlie bro tell 'em
Shellings, bro just shellings
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
Shellings, bro just shell 'em
Sick men, all of my bros need medics
All of my bros need medics

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