Day Of The Dead

DA made this
Scratch mixed it
Zandos
Look
Just got grabbed for the mad ting
Hid the hand ting and the scales are off
Me and bro done random pullups
Whos that yute? Spin that coupe from cars
I don’t know too much about pressure
Them boy them sides there can relate
I was hitting on bandos daily
On the daily I was feeling great when
Me and bros in the ding dong hooptie
If the dot jams, run from this cutie
I like violence, riding and fighting
True say that my demons do me
His friend done billing him
Teezandos way too dilligent
In the station I’m acting clueless
Telling PC’s «nah bro I’m innocnt»
Catch him, wrap him
I find it fun when they’re lacking
I lik bruk backs, .38s and actions
Runners get smoked when the packs ain’t flattened
I’m coming, that’s with or without he knows that hes getting hurt (Bitch)
Like, I’m the G with a B with the fiends
And the young boy wants more work
Whenever I pull up on them, say «Wagwarn»
Dashing they’re Usain running
Whos that sitting in cab?
Lets ching him, that’s organs ripping or frontline bun him
Morgan sipping I’m frassed, still coming
On a 125 on the hills just hunting
Said it before, like Messi I kick off the match with elegance
No I ain’t punting
2 and a Q got whipped that week
If you’re tryna make Ps shout all of the Gs
Scrape and whip up the mix like Scratch say you’re onto the back
Stop forcing it please
C’mon you think really the devil wears prada?
Cause I’m him and I wear Nike fleece
Don’t get caught at the shop with your girl
Cause I’ll nap her as well and I’ll burn that weave
Uh, why do the opps love lying?
Bare chat when your friend went flat (Dead)
And I’m coming again
Cos we got him again but his life came back
I make paigons taste my trainers
Take the re-up, can’t feel their pain
They got on the net and was talking a lot
So I’m happy to circle again
Zandos I’m the chosen one
I’m satans lover, I’m a demons mistress
Don’t talk too loose
I’ll crease my forces
This life I did this
Swing that metal or blast at them
Done told you I pray to the devil
They think I’m mental
The beef can’t settle
Splash, ching, hop out the rental
My ZK got curves like Kendall
Send my young boy over there
Now he’s gotta do train for a day, he ain’t Denzel
Wet up a yute for his kettle
Demon, demon, they call me a demon
Real life man I live what I rap
Been on your flat tryna crash and slap
In the trap 6 Nine’s get bagged no wrap
(Bow) Headshot now he’s not thinking
Thats on Slatt
He’s got no cap
(Bow) Headshot now he’s not thinking
Thats on Slatt
He’s got no cap
Yo, Anglo Arms, bro, angle it well
I’m tapped in the head as the hood can tell
I like big hand tings and Glocks and shells
I’m down for the hood, I don’t kiss and tell
Give me the drop, I’m rising the mop
Make mandem hop
I like things I know I shouldn’t and it makes me hot
Anyone that hates me now is broke (Haha)
And it makes me happy
I’ve been teeming in the Zando
This to-to-trappy
Zando wavy, Zando pinging
Best move if I’m switching
I’m in the back seat of the ding dong
Best food I’m hitting (sellin')