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stewie (sin squad) - lethal b lyrics
(intro)
reckon my gs can’t step on my feet
i don’t play with beef
i turn up the streets
lethal b
free all my gs, 1 got nicked for the mash
and 2 got nicked cah they smb
(verse 1)
out on the l with the bl!cky tucked (gang gang)
lucky he put on his burners
would’ve been p_ssed if the gang caught up (he would’ve)
any opp block we go i know gangs tryna turn it up (we are)
they’re playing my tune like turn it up
when one of us lets this bl!ck get bl!ckin
you know that gangs tryna hit them up (bow bow)
purple mask like donatello
h_llo you don’t wanna hear this echo (you don’t)
are you sure that you’re down for this game? (lol)
the toys over here ain’t lego (they ain’t)
this ain’t no average weed, this weed is far from mellow
don’t do verbs on the net know i’ll buck into them like h_llo (h_llo)
bells come fat like deno
he try swim and shoulda worn speedos (should’ve)
just need a half a box of rips
like should we shout money or t for the reload? (who)
older bro m love giving me tips
for him i’d do it and stick to the g code (i would)
light get slapped with a g lock (bow)
fl!ck shank show man effort
or grab this mash and grab some leathers (grab it)
slap this one best pray these shots don’t bend like beckham
9/10 when sparkz backs it tryna send man h_ll or heaven (eugh)
still tryna do it with 1d, oh sh_t i mean d1 (oh sh_t)
been my bro since late year 7 (broski)
i heard them man try vio
we filled up the wap and jumped in the dings (bow bow)
they all in denial when buck into us all salty like fish (why)
i don’t need no busted wrist
i’ll cop me a mash and bust this clip (i would)
the other side bunch of clowns
they see us and dash and still get chinged
slap that z on the scales slap me an opp on the scales as well
all of these risks man take for the l
man do it in jail tryna buss mans mail (i do it)
feds got the mandem going through h_ll
but not like the gs who didn’t get bail
k1 in this rassclart spliff you ain’t getting no twos
no you can’t inhale (you can’t)
(hook)
reckon my gs can’t step on my feet (nuh)
i don’t play with beef, (no way)
i turn up the streets (pow pow)
lethal b (pow pow)
free all my gs, 1 got nicked for the mash
and 2 got nicked cah they smb (free ’em)
(verse 2)
this brown ting just getting me vexxed (f_ck off)
my white ting give the maddest neck (eugh)
this lightie come way too sweet
but don’t wanna f_ck cah i f_cked her friend (my bad)
but i’m in the bando that teeway
if i get grabbed i won’t speak like phineas (i won’t)
yp i’m tryna make me a million
ko man’s clart when i’m tryna get drilliam (bow bow)
all of these black boys run off with packs
so i need me a white boy looking like tintin (i do)
more time my lyca ringing, so i ain’t got time for a missus (i ain’t)
free all my guys that locked in the system
some soon home and some with a pigeon (free ’em)
i was locked up boxed up rid it
now i’m fresh home where the money where is it (where deh)
bro slapped 2 hit 1
the corn weren’t sh_t stop telling them lies (d_ckhead)
anytime 4door buss their mandem cut like a bunch of flies (haha)
i’m tryna cut man down to size
don’t slip when sinsquad’s going on a glide (don’t slip)
they see tape on the block
and immediately think that sinnersdem just past by (skrrt)
who you think got down… (sinners)
who you think got down… (sinners)
who you think got down shhh
you know i can’t talk on that 1 cah they got the mandem locked in the bin (they do)
bad b saw this dots she weren’t that shocked
so i brought it in (i did)
bro brought 1 on a glide watch an opp hopscotch when he let that rinse (bow)
(hook)
reckon my gs can’t step on my feet (nuh)
i don’t play with beef, (no way)
i turn up the streets (pow pow)
lethal b (pow pow)
free all my gs, 1 got nicked for the mash
and 2 got nicked cah they smb (free ’em)
reckon my gs can’t step on my feet (nuh)
i don’t play with beef, (no way)
i turn up the streets (pow pow)
lethal b (pow pow)
free all my gs, 1 got nicked for the mash
and 2 got nicked cah they smb (free ’em)
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