Soak Your Throat - Lucii, Turk

I’m a hothead when I’m on this ped

I’m riding to leave man ghost

I’ve never been bucked live O

But i still never run cos im way too slow

I’m a big billy turk in the field

I’ll grip on my steel and soak your throat

I’m with so many shanks on road

How could this flicky ever go broke

I don’t think you know

65 yanks for a kilo of crow

Big boy blades and menthol smoke

Clip full of mints to send out a blow

Shut down parties we don’t dance

4 hour motive and aim for the hoes

We shut down functions

And rip through coats (Ying)

I’m filling the air with smoke

But I’m not getting this smoke from roach

Catch man slipping then give him a poke

Then pray to the devil when I go home

Pree them slowly and watch them go

Back out my spinner and watch them blow

I’m psychotic I need me a soul

So when we gliding we don’t take phones

They say I’m tapped in the head

Young a6 got zero meds

They ride out tryna leave us man red

We riding tryna leave them man dead

Shout Lucii when I need me a chetes

Or shout GhostFace when I need me a skeng

Cats shout me when they free for leng

I’m stuck in the T with Bob and Ben

Block 6 gang thats violent men

But in the station we’re silent men

Fuck all the opps put knives in them

I don’t even know who’s hyping them

They wanted beef so we’re frying them

Waps and shanks we ain’t fighting them

Up that stick we keep lying bends

Thats crying mums and crying friends

I got tizz in the field he’s wrecky

He might pull out your lung (Splash)

Or it might be a kidney

I don’t think he cares what one (No, he don’t)

MK soaked up ******* dad

And he soaked his son

All of the mandem psycho

We can’t be to close to a gun

What the fuck you mean about bootcars

We made your bredrin off his goose

I done steeped on a semis head I left my jordans looking Loubs

With 5 man up, you’re 5 gangs up, you still ain’t scored thats truth

You’re making me laugh

Go ride for your goon

(Still on my strip you know where it is, the only smoke you got is 6,

no wonder why you dont skid, round here we got waps, round here you’ll get bun,

round here you don’t come, round here.

come, come, come play my game)

Come play my game no GTA no Russian roulette

I’ll put the wap to your wig and blow your brain right out of your head

Big reece is sending but he lives in north kway outta the ends

The only times you been round here is a music vid of your victim friends

Step correct and bro don’t lack

I’m just like Jay, I’ll fish out backs

You stay at home and do not leave my bro

No wonder why you sit back

(These gangs you link with won’t save you when we back our burners,

you could be 1 man up or a hudred man it will still be curtains)

I guess it’s the bunny season

Step round there intentions to leave man bleeding

My heart gone cold its more than freezing

Lucii love leave man leaking

Back out a dotty and shoot for limbs

Hope to send an opp boy for swim

Young demon, suttin like dizz

You don’t wanna know what’s on

Now I hit it might be a '38 spin

I guess it has a '44 kick

Just hope I don’t get nicked

Still dishing out ying and yang

Patch come fat like po

All of the mandem are cancer in our ends

My g’s have them man pouring out morgan

None of my paigons haunt me

But demons still fuck with my conscience

Mandem smoke your friend on a constance

(Heard your boys touched me, that’s nonsense, but I still left your guy

unresponsive, like Mo Salah, great performnance)

I’m a hothead when I’m on this ped

I’m riding to leave man ghost

I’ve never been bucked live O

But i still never run cos im way too slow

I’m a big billy turk in the field

I’ll grip on my steel and soak your throat

I’m with so many shanks on road

How could this flicky ever go broke

I don’t think you know

65 yanks for a kilo of crow

Big boy blades and menthol smoke

Clip full of mints to send out a blow

Shut down parties we don’t dance

4 hour motive and aim for the hoes

We shut down functions

And rip through coats (Ying)