Exit Wounds

Scratch Mixxed it (brat)

(Two) Hitsquad

Sebz Beats Baby

Y.P.B.I (look)

On the opp block doing hide and seek

I'm with a peng t'ing in my hotel room

And the t'ing wanna fry on my weed

Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me (no way)

And I'm O tryna move this two pack, but I'm getting all eyes on me

Yo, four and a half of me get chopped and two's of the AM get dosed

Got beef in the streets with neeks

They been chinged and two of them ghost (low it)

My man tripped, got poked, all you wanna do is sit on post

Dem man put on a show, like none of us man been ghost (low it)

Ugh (P), slide and attack (Hitsquad)

Got two guys in the back

Riding, tryna put guys on their back

Pull out the bat, smack, knife him, if you're offside, let it slap

My guys are more tapped

Trident holding all of my guys back

Any vio, my guys getting back

Rise it, Kweng move like Greggs

Smoking dog and it's smoke guaranteed if it's Snoop and dem (oh shit)

All of them yutes are skets, push it and leave all them yutes, dem wet

Bru-bru, no meds, I call 'em JD, got shoes on decks

I don't do no threats

No, I ain't sending (nah-uh) handle the arms or Anglo Arms,

You know my shank ain't bending (come on)

Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending

Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending (for real)

And that's why rhymes are offensive, PS, watering down, don't mention

Cah I ain't that, Pecknarm, where we all rolling all black

If all of my guys dem rolling and dat, tryna get packs, we zoning and dat

I was 13 tryna show that I'm bad, flick shank, 1-O for the dank

Ask what I've done, I don't wanna brag

Bro got a hole, let it blow for the gang, gang

Man's spitting the facts

There's no way they can let man through (true)

If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds

There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo

I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too

Man's spitting the facts

There's no way they could let man through

If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds

There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap)

I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs

Who you cheffed?

'Cause I swear man, it gets me mad

(Niggas wan' tweak on the 'gram and snap)

Buck when they cut when their boy gets splashed (blood)

Niggas ain't done no splashings

Your blade ain't wet man, who have you splashed? (It ain't)

Niggas go check my workrate, if suttin' gets touched then it's me they bag

I've had enough with these guys and their fucking lies

Rolling shotgun on countless rides

How many man got touched and my Rambo knife?

It was calm when I splashed down- blood

But it was better when I splashed down-

Dig it, spin it, we're taking turns

We didn't leave 'til that man looked finished

They ain't ever done suttin' so bait (they ain't)

They like ten man that's on the news

Then I sit back and laugh with my nan

I say "sad 'cause I knew that yute"

Pull up and back that Sammy out

Hella man screaming out "yo, it's Snoop"

Hella man ran for their lives

If you trip then it's shame on you (what a shame)

Niggas tried cut thru' my block

Within that week man suttin' got splashed

I ain't got gassed, they ain't ever been bad

He was with his auntie, man that's facts

Even when I backed that smoke, done that shit all bait face

Slapped that once and the wap was played

That would've been the end of - (end)

I don't give a fuck about age

Get splashing where I show disobedience

Pull up with a shank or (pap-pap), niggas dem run like it's 100 metres

LR psycho, I'm gassed not a gas bag, Capri Sun, I squeezed it

Two got shanks and sticks on deck

Don't cross me like old Jesus

Girl, you all catty with the batty, I pree'd it

Girl, you catty like Felix

Bro it back mad, she a demon

Thought let the opps do where I was seating

I give a opp so much for the speaking

Bro had to drag me back and say "leave him"

Fuck that shit, he done bent like Jason

Then I'm kway-kway with Adam not Deacon

Man's spitting the facts

There's no way they can let man through

If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds

There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo

I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too

Man's spitting the fact

There's no way they can let man through

If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds

There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap)

I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too