Exit Wounds - Kwengface, Zone 2, PS Hitsquad

Mans spitting dem facts

Scratch Mixxed It

If I touch man now, thats a touchdown

HitSquad, ugh

Sebz Beats Baby

Bang that weight, now Im flexing boo

Im in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too

On the opp block doing hide and seek

I’m with a peng ting in my hotel room and the ting wanna fry on my weed

Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me

And I’m O tryna move this 2 pack, but I’m getting all eyes on me

Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped and 2's of the AM get ghost

Got beef in the streets with neeks, they been chinged and two of them ghost

Lowe it, my man tripped and got poked, all you wanna do is sit and post

Dem man put on a show, like, none of us man been ghost

Ugh, P, slide and attack, got two guys in the back

Riding, tryna put guys on their back

Fly out the back, 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

All of them yutes are skets, push it, 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

Handle the arms or Anglo Arms, you know my shank ain’t bending

Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending

Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending

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

Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through

If I touch man now, thats 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

Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through

If I touch man now, thats 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

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

Niggas ain’t done no splashings, your blade ain’t wet man, who have you

splashed?

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

I’ve had enough of these guys and their fucking lies

Rolling shotgun on countless rides, how many man got touched by 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 'till that man looked

finished

They ain’t ever done suttin' so bait, there’s 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

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 *****

I don’t give a fuck about age, get splashing where I show disobedience

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

LR psycho, I’m gassed not a, Capri Sun, I squeezed it

Two got got shanks and sticks on deck, don’t cross me like old Jesus

Gyally all catty with the batty, I pree’d it, gyally catty like Felix

Throw it back mad, she a demon, throat like the opps 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

Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through

If I touch man now, thats 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

Mans spitting these facts, there’s no way they could let man through

If I touch man now, thats 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