lirik lagu kwengface – free the guys
[intro: ps, kwengface, trizzac, dskeng]
yeah
grra
pants saggin’, black flaggin’
p’s up ’til i freeze up
zone sh~t no hoe sh~t
bap
oh sh~t
for the violence
some pb sh~t
black flaggin’
yeah
free the f~cking mandem
ay
free the guys
free dsq
ay, anywhere, anywhere, live’o on the mains
grra, bap
[verse 1: dskeng]
how them man still doin’ this net ting?
when they ain’t got back for their bredrin
pushbike trips with the stick in my pocket
you know i got the maddest intentions
caught a yute in [?] and i crashed off the mash
yeah, i really try slap off his melon
anyone that we’re catchin’, we’re switchin’ them off, if you ain’t with that you ain’t stеppin’
bro try ask me if i’m ridin’, i shook my head, is that evеn a question?
me and kweng step out, two waps, two wetters, corn [?] we injectin’
both hands on when i pressed that .9, bro said he wants to up that crime rate, again, and it’s like he just read my mind
[verse 2: kwengface]
hop out~ hop out the ride, man wap it, spent six racks on an auto~matic
this new shape coupe is an automatic, fly out the ride and crash it (di~di~dip dip)
i’m wavin’ my stick like potter but nah my slime i ain’t doin’ up magic (nah)
pull up~ pull up, hop out, bang it, between me and max that’s life if i slap it (bmt)
free trizz, i can’t even lie that’s team no lackin’ (free the guys), rm put his whole ramz in your hat (splash)
yo, cattin’ to ruin your fashion (splash, splash), h~lla cops are cookies (eurgh), i ran up in all them rooms (finesse)
sk, black on black, pop that smoke, i’m tryna shake the room
[verse 3: trizzac]
(trizzla) like next up, you know it’s a madness whenever me and the opp boys link up (it’s peak)
i’m with my grm, daily, tryna get dem man twist up
trizzla you know me, g, i love mix~ups, this wap holds more t~~th than mixup
at fifteen i was doing dem stickups, but [?] abz he ain’t gotta do sit~ups
p~ssed up, anytime i hit that, walk to your block, man know didn’t come here to rock
i got this loaded luger in a sock, itchin’, itchin’ to let that pop (bow, bow)
spin ’em, miss ’em, we left ’em cops (we’re gone)
kitchin’ twist in and out them tops (ching)
miss ’em, wishin’ they opened locks
kickin’, trippin’ i hope they drop
[verse 4: snoop]
h~lla man got sh~t tangled, to the shop got the wap and my sandals
goin’ over dem sides, it ain’t no parkin’, i do drive~bys like someone got cancelled
lean out the window, whole ting empty, i live in their head, rent free
word on the curb that they hate me, probably, i’ve shot up and bored up plenty
a lot of man talk on my name and a lot of it soundin’ the same
heard that they’re plottin’, i walk with it live, if somebody comes then we gone back tonight
could be gone by the time that they think, move like bond, i’m more like wick
i’m in the dinger and i need me some tints, ‘cah with this stick i’m a dog in my whip
[verse 5: karma]
i’m from the place where your mum said, “don’t go”, zone (haha), it’s a no go (ay)
boy you best listen to auntie, you might leave here with your headback stolo
thought there was an opp block, but oh no, i’m in an old town like felipe lobos (d~ckheads)
ugh, groggy, opps get sent to the gulag, p~ssed ‘cah they can’t step back in the lobby
my side backstrap yutes for hobbies, swing dem sticks, score like hockey
bro’s in the field like monopoly, smooth criminal, he weren’t doing it properly
always hear that i’m out of life with my rhymes, so why ain’t no one fixin’ anomalies?
[verse 6: ps]
look (hitsquad baby), i fell like a rockstar (bap), two sticks (yeah), henny and lobster, me i get too lit (yeah)
stupid, we really do this, how many shavings? how many shootings? (how many?)
did it in russia, i’m vladimir putin (oh sh~t), bro just gave me the smokey
okey dokey, he wants me to twos him, i just tried put him in blue slim
four man in the 2.2, two man in the front, two man in the backseat
if he gets spot like acne, stretch out my arm like i ordered a taxi
charged like battery, why talk wassy? (yeah) tlc it was me in the passy
i just hang out the side of my best friends ride and ping ’til the ting turns sassy
[verse 7: dsqueezo]
where do i start, gb got shot from the car it’s peak, sent him h~ll
my fresh home party, we’re doin’ up ~~~~’s street
we ain’t playin’ no games, your boy got brave
then he got blazed and he met his grave
attempted k’s, we caught fat packs like ~~~~ and we left it ~~~~
my ramzy tear through flesh, if i slap this handy boy your dead
~~~~ ain’t no shooter, he’s a d~ckhead, he shot a whiteboy in the leg
these n~ggas are clowns, they do it for clout
i hop out the car and i’m chingin’ it down
saw me an opp, spin it around, aim for his hat, pingin’ it now
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