Lyrics Lightwork Part 2 - Kwengface

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Bow, woo
Scratch mixed it
Lightwork 2
Yo
Brigade
Look, look

All of my opps been slapped at
Tap-tap that, see a opp, man scratch that
Straight deliveries in a T
I'm putting bando straight in a sat nav
See him posting racks on Snapchat
Me and P turned up, bro, let me have that
I'm in O with a pack, man trap that
On the way up, man bank that proper
Grown men see me in cunch, they're pissed
They know that their phone line's lock off
My mum said I always get nicked
I ain't made for this shit, you might as well hop off
She don't know I'm the youngest yute
In the oldest town doing picks and drop offs
Tryna backstrap that yute
But we know that he don't want war
And this blue ting's way too thick
So you know that I'm hitting it raw
This yute saw silver all in my hand
He ran, he knows he don't wanna get bored
He tried run but he went to the floor
Jump out the ride and I yucked him quick
More time, he don't even know what he saw
Listen to me from '014
Most these yutes just sound like me
Now you wanna talk kings of drill
'Lowe that shit man you have that cheek
Swing my arm, left and right with a bop
Would've thought I was LeeToTheV
Peng ting air, chatting her gob
She didn't even know she was a Lee to the green
Me and P sucked three bricks this summer
Now he's dripping in DSq
Can't lie, man's liking the fit
And I'm liking the rips so I copped some too
Bad B knows when I'm patterned, she's patterned
Yo, I ain't no greedy yute
Cover my shank in spirits, push it in, burn that yute
Then I burn my suit
-Tried run got chinged
-Tried run got chinged
-Tried run in a shop, like, have you forgot you still got chinged
Yo, them man run into the banks
Why you tryna get cash? You're holding a ching
Yo, man tried jump in a cab, fucking lack, window ching
Caught me a vibes when I touch me ah button
I'm out tryna catch me a suttin'
They're cuttin', them niggas ain't staying for nuttin'
The money just keeps on coming, that's a BT flow
Had to flow on that, that's cold
I'm in a farm land or a seaside
Setting up shop, man's doing up O
I might attack the block
Two shanks in hands just like I'm Moses
Smoking dog on your friend, it's potent
Go ride for your block, stop moaning
See a opp on the block, man soak it
Gang done too much pokings
We got articles just to show it
And this is man's city like Foden

Feds tryna stop my plans and tings
So I'm still out tryna endeavour
Nap my man and we'll buss his ting
And true say he try get clever
I love and I hate when I get to the ends
There's bare love and bare vendettas
One hand in my leathers, I'm covered in red
Now man feel like the Tethered
I don't care if he's young or elder
Man just swing my sword like Zelda
I walk 'round like I'm homeless
I'm in O tryna find me a shelter
Yo, them man ain't bad, they rap and act
Man's calling them Idris Elba
Bad B all on her knees in a orangy dress
Man's calling her Velma
I ain't ever been on bus on tour
Straight Circo bus to the court
I've been banned from my ends for a year
Cah I'm a bandit breaking laws
Yo, ever since Kwengface brought that mop
Opps know that I do my chores
Peng lightie from West
Back and breast, she ain't got no floors
She want a young boss that DxT
I'm in the trap with a CND
Man trap and mash that stack
I put my prof' on the reload P's
I got so many fiends on me
I tell her link me by the TNT
I got so many beans on me
I'm getting up top from this B and B
Bro trust me and I trust this handting
Smooth two AC, dot-dot safety
Would've been ghost if he slapped it
Numerous times man skrr and bang it
Skrrt, bang, the fat lady sang it
I got three G packs in my whip
And I just seen feds, told bro "don't panic"
Yo, how many times have we stepped
How many times has the door opened
Tryna G horse them and they jet
Man nearly got done at the barbers
If gang caught him, then it would've been ments
Cheffed, back my blade and then inject
Two secs, I'm coming back with that skeng
Coming back with that skeng
Or twist my shank through his neck
Kwengface B, I'm smooth and charged
Stuck in the trap, can't write no bars
Stop them lies, show us your scars
If we didn't touch you, show us your arm
Ah, still setting up shop far
Seaside ting or next to a farm
I'm in the bando listening to K Trap
Yo, gotta put that on blast
That boy is a talker
Let's got and explore like Dora
This is man's city, man ah bring it right back like Walker
Man's tryna be rich like Porter
I was fifteen with my kitchen knife
Tell the olders, come 'round that corner
Ah, like man ah get bored up
Man roll with the fizz, no Fanta
Sneak in your home, no Santa
Bro said shoot, don't think about it too much
Coming like Drake and Sampha
Man's dishing out smoke, no cancer
Free bro-bro, man, he slapped that wapper
If I slap this wap you're packed
You ain't coming back like no Wakanda
No Wakanda shit, if I slap this mash you're fucking gone
Gyally in bed with the French sheets on
Like, bae you gotta take them off
So many man been chinged and shot
Ain't seen the opps since shh got-got
But the verbal still won't stop
'Lowe that shit, go ride for your block