The Coldest Link Up, Pt. 2

Ay yo, Tweekz

It sounds cold

Ay Sebz

Sebz Beats baby

I swear they were askin' for a part two

Scratch mixed it

I can tell you 'bout points I've scored on the pitch

I was only fifteen when I slid with the strizz (Bow)

Gigantic dots in the back of the whizz (Ay)

Tryna crash anyone that lacks on the strip (Ay)

All my paigons do is diss

They ain't done a thing since Lampz got hit

Chinged up shh with my fifteen inch (Bow)

That's real rap, no cap or fibs

Headshot, chest shot, leg shot (Bow)

Double tap shotguns, leave you with a red top, head top (Ay)

Slide tryna see what your end's on, end of

Car door pop and the opps get stepped on (Bow)

That was me in the back of that car

Lingerin' around, watchin' opps get crept on (Ay)

I don't wanna go back to the wing (Ay)

Runnin' in cells, tryna plug man's head top (Bow, bow)

Boom

My young G fed up with OT

All he wanna do is crash it (True)

Them man have got no P's

Can't even talk 'bout hammers (Wha'?)

See us on the main road

I can show you 'bout blammings (Skudududu)

M&S and chargie

That's a whole load of crashings (Boom)

.44, kick it on this back road

Man United cah the old ting Rashford (True)

Where I come from, A Town

Next door, that's 410, Crashers (Wha'?)

Yeah, the opps love chattin'

Real life, them man just wankers (Haha)

If I wield this dots or back this trey

I can show you 'bout plankin' (Boom)

Trappin', stackin'

Rubber bands get stack up (Stack that)

Trap Stack, how many packs get wrap up? (Wrap up)

I got a peng ting watchin' me bag up (Bag that)

And she knows that my trap does numbers

They don't do nuttin', they're average

Trap's been doin' up loads today

I might make a peng ting bag this (Bag that)

Man just backed out ten in cash on bro

Then he went and backed out twenty (Cash)

And he knows that I could've had that

But my last sit back was messy (Mad)

Been in the streets all day

Been a while since a man watched telly

I ain't seen bro for a while, he's low

Cah the public step that he did got tekky (Fam, it got ments)

(Heard my man)

Heard my man was sayin' he couldn't understand a word I said

They tryna stay relevant

So they wanna taste my sauce cah Chuks is a beg

Oliver Twist, you can't have some more

Runnin' away, you ain't secure

Bully the kid, now, Russ with the Russ tryna Adolf Hitler

Beat like Jamma, man get bad up

Ain't on piss, you're loser

Man just squish up, bro-bro pull up

Big dog like Clifford

I am too savage for your liking

On a gun ting and you're hiding

You are too childish for my liking

Don't know why man's even replying

If they ain't bleedin', you ain't leavin' (No way)

Three points to the family's greavin' (Uhh)

They ain't scored since '016 (Nah)

What do you mean? They can never be even (Never)

It's odd, to think we call them opps, they dogs (Uhh-huh)

They run off and let their mates get chopped

Like, ching and then bop (Boppin')

But I'm way too kuku

Drills on drills, I got me a loose screw

They want clout

We send them out to the ER

Then right back to the newsroom (Haha)

And my vet boy handin' out dogs shots (Bow)

Kickin' it off like WiFi Hotspot

Jump on 'em like we play hopscotch

They did nothin' that night they got chopped

Free all the members up on detention (Free 'em up)

I got way too many to mention

Free Fred, he's doin' a stretch

'Cause he didn't sing like One Direction (No way)

Violent men with violent intentions (Drillers)

Still smoke boys for my section (Bop, bop)

They doin' drill for attention (Ay)

Scored on George lad and they left him

But, we keep that shit on the D-low (No talkin')

'Round here, gotta stick to the G code (Shh, shh)

Still tryna find them boys like Nemo

And put him on a shirt like Tino (Haha)

Ay, so that side can't chat 'bout mugs

Same day, when bro there took that L

Step 'round there, everyone got touched

(Trizzla)

Chase him, grab him, sweep him, hold him (Ay, get him)

I swear I'm beefin' some jokemen (Huh)

I love lurkin', we'll soak him

P done slapped it, now he's boastin'

Give me verbal, that's fine (It's okay, it's okay)

I'm sure K2 will poke him

And I swear I really don't mind

I don't smoke but I will smoke him (Bow)

On Snap, them man abusin', losin'

'Cause they ain't doin' no bootings (None)

Them man ain't pokin', them man are bruisin' (Shit)

Opp block tour with gang, do cruisin' (I'm with gang)

Phone LV, rang bro, he usin' (Free him up)

Phone LR, which one he choosin'? (LR baby)

North ting, she light, thick and Cuban

Sometimes Snoopy bein' a nuisance

Stop assumin' (Stop that)

How can they rap? They're losin'

Ha, must be fumin' cah ever since GB got-got

I ain't heard no one shootin'

Skid 'round but no one's bootin'

Still skid 'round 'til no one's movin'

And I got paper, I need more clips (Oh shit)

To pattern them loose ones (Brrap)

Most man can't even chat 'bout hits

ITV, that's what Bruce on (Oh shit)

Trainers, bro's got amazin' kicks

But they ain't no Louboutins (Brrap, brrap)

Don't make me go ape in this bitch

I know you know what the Zoo's on (Oh shit)

And I'm workin' numbers

Nine iron to the nut does wonders (Yeah)

Call from the runners

Quick dip, duck down to the dungeon

What you gonna do if I snatch your chain? (Nuffin')

What you gonna do when the boys jump

out of the back of the Range? (Nuffin')

And I'm still here with a fag and a beer

And a rock in my ear, with a pound of the gear

And the feds in the rear, and a hand on the gear

And I'm out, I'm duckin'

Big boys at the function (Yeah)

Tell me, who got gumption

(Yeah)

Back off the bing get down on the ground (Nah)

Kickin' off rounds

Six holes in the door of the van (Bam)

Whip it out the phone line can in me hands (Yeah)

You ain't callin' a man, nah

Get your face on the ground

Remember back when we had the MAC 10's

It weren't a TEC then

We grabbed the packs

And ran 'round the back and then dashed 'em (Bam)

Remember back when we had the cars unlocked

Now the bars are locked

Down there by the docks, got the drops and then stashed 'em (Bam)

Ay Sebz, it sounds cold