Lyrics No Hook - Zone 2

Woof
Know who it is, HitSquad

Like, opps came through
True say the opps came true
Corn flying out, tryna slap man (Whoo)
I grab mine, man running off with the mash
Didn′t even need to go wack them (Why you runnin'?)
Young boy take them trips, take them trips
Tell him, "Go vas′ that, bag that" (Bap)
You know me already
Chris Brown-in', Chris Brown-in' with the fat back
Shotgun diligent, ku-kweff, like, I ain′t missing him
Clap that ting, see nuff opps clinging it (Bap)
Opp thotty on me, man′s drilling it
Zone 2 step, bro-bro, man, get it correct
Do it like Narsty, gyal want sex
Twist my 15 in his neck (Dip, dip, dip)
Like, and I'm Kwengface too (Whoo)
Got corn for a trader too (Bap)
Man done dicked that bitch, man smashed that wizz
Man shelled it at your barbie too (Bap, bap)
Man, Zone 2 step, rude boy, man, get it correct
Just to go flex, real talk man, just to go flex
Zone 2 step, rude boy, man get it correct
Like, I tell my girl back it
I do road and I got bad habits (Gimme it, gimme it)
But I′m still here misch and mashing
Out here with the kits, they catting
Like, I tell my girl back it
I do road and I got bad habits
But I'm still here misch and mashing (Ayy)
Out here with the kits, they catting

The opps them know and the thots them know
HitSquad, that′s madness (HitSquad)
Gyallie so damn thick (Ayy)
And she know we some bandits
HitSquad hit dons, leave man planking (Leave man drenched)
Like gyallie on me, gyallie on fleek
But gyallie too damn quick (Ayy)
Got friggy, friggy then dashed it (Dashed)
Brownin', brownin′, like course love
I'm still on war cuz
Dem man, they're some talkers (Chatty)
Dem man bad, what? Course not
How many times did they dash in a Corsa? (How many)
See faces and dash that corner (Ayy)
Dip, splash, that′s water (Dip)
See man run when I back that saucer (Bow)
Or it′s Kwengface with the long nose (Bow, bow)
Shit, let me not chat too loose (Shh)
And, she see the P's we mash
And she asked to buy her shoes (Buy her shoes)
Shit den, it′s stick for stick den (Ayy)
They got theirs, but our's goes boom (Bow)
And, bro ain′t really into them chores
But he got the largest broom
Who's the hardest? (Trust me)
Man just bill it then raas it (Dudu)
Bro, just skid it and park it (Skrr)
That′s arson, swing it on bastards (Bow)
Ba-barbaric, fling it on
Gyal got titties and asses (Ayy)
Get friggy then pass it
He can't swim if thingy can crass it, oh shit
Crass it, swing if thingy can crass it, oh shit
Get friggy then pass it
He can't swim if thingy can, swim if thingy can
C-c-c-c-crass it
Swim if thingy can crass it, oh shit

(Trizzla)
Like, what′s all the bullshit? (Huh)
Like what′s all the nonsense? (What is that?)
I can put it on my mum's
If I ever catch an M it won′t rest on my conscience (It won't)
We got three of them yout′s in one car
Must've thought Zone 2 some monsters (Who remembers that?)
Me, Dmax, TB, Shay Squeeze
Creasing like, "Why we so bonkers?" (Too crazy)
Trizzac is fake, Trizzac is a snake
You might as well call me Judas (I′m a snake man)
I got my leathers on
Let me rinse my strap and leave it all toothless (Rah)
About Zone 2's wet, Zone 2's moist
They know Zone 2′s ruthless (Shh)
Always used to Zone 2 step on their block
Them man want to act all clueless
How could I rate that guy? (How)
When he got cheffed up twice
And he still raps and lies (′Llow it)
Bang him even though he had his knife
You scum, you ain't done no dirt (Nope)
Little bitches moving like Rihanna
You ain′t put in no work, work, work
They ain't put in no work, work, work (Work rate′s shit)
Rammy on me, swammy on me
Slick game good, now the rally's on me
Catty on me, yattie on me (Way too catty)
Dick game good, now the gyallie on me
Sally on me, baddie on me
Grabbed the narm now the gyallie on me
Narsty with me, P with me
Go to the Zone, now Mizzy with me

Zone 2