Lyrics Trash - Zone 2

Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
Big 44s with no safety
Been moving skets real lately
He has moves like he's got rabies
Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
Do a ping to my wrist he's gone lazy
If it's not bagel then it's tasty
You already got dipped by Katie
Yeah we crazy and we mad
I want guns from Baghdad
We're gonna drop ams I'm glad
If it ain't us then who's bad
It gets bloody like a girl's pad
How many dippers had man had
How many cases had gone Jake's add
Get him and his conrads
Tell the Kwengface "get the mop" but he already dropped that Juice
Bang at his head, hole three blood, touches the wall and the roof
I never took lies to the track, tell me when have I lied in the booth
Your toss scored the game,
But I don't rate cuz that niggga never tell the truth
I don't give a toss, Ching him up, let him see my pom poms
Bear back it no condoms
Get his chest nar the long-johns
Pet now where I come from
I want all I don't want some
Push shanks through cotton's
Fuck rans I'll serve you bon-bons

See me on the block just chilling
Done a couple backflips then fleeked up my tings that's loads of women
On the backroad doin up lurks see
Opps and you that's loads of chinging
Bad bitch wants this piece it yard
Then you know that's loads of inches
Put it in her stomach then skeet(skrrt!)
They know that were known for the
Dip-dip-ching-ching so we can't perform on the streets
Tell bro gone do that
Boom-boom-corgh-corgh then we go wipe down the heat
She's telling me different,
No face no case different name so she can't chat this instant, like
See this wrist rotating(whip whip)see the rocks this breaking
See the boom-bow with the boom-bow on
The corner have this so taken(bap bap!)
Cuz I got the packs(I got the packs)
Cuz I got the bee, cuz I'm in the bando pull it disando writies on me
Pull up and swerve it(skrrt!)bullets disbursing(bow)
I'm a real banger, your just a internet virgin
Like I'm a real slanger, I hit the trap and burst him
I don't fuck with no cracker, I just pull it and burn it(Narsty!)

Ching Chang chong(Ching)
With the conscience on my shoulder in dispute, tryna see what's what
See Satan's telling me yes, and the angels telling me stop
See I though I was locked in a
Dream, and I woke up with my hands on a dotz
Like how you later get like that, like 2-2 ship when I step out
Like how you tryna step like that, like 2 shots from the boom-bow
Boom-boom-bow hit his head right back(Bap!)
Like man I get you set like that (bap!)
Like you know that the sets like that (Bap!)
That's neck, eyes, check, head, chest, chest and back
Got the light and the dark, no racist
I got two tings up on my couch, both of them light, both of them naked
Like gally on me like my rammy on me, see my ex-ting hates it
Bro came with the woosh smelt like kush
Bro, I hope you don't miss
Bro said there's opps about so lets slide round on a brap brap ting
I want packs on packs and cling, tens and twenties, three for pinks
I got packs on pack and clings, 3 foot twenty, 3 for pink

(Like) (P)

Deport man like Theresa May
Man get cheffed quick, I ain't on Westland, this ain't no TNA
Pull up, hello, man turn jello, shook when they see my face
Hop out to see them race
Pull up, hop out your G get shaved,
If not that then your G get blazed (Bow)
Got bread and Burners no toaster
Shoot and score I did Mollar
Trap fit, I won't dough like im Homer
Smoke that dough cah I ain't sober
Stoner, bang my tunes on that sofa
Do road S, they want fodder
Hold up think youre cold but im colder
Older, give no fucks you get soaked up (get drenched)
Niggas know im a soldier Skididi dididi
I do up road in that motor
Bro bro got dark and light in hard yeah
Bro got rock like a boulder
Got green and locks we got Yoda
Brown and biggest bum we got closer
Biggest back im like yola
Gyally on me whats next
Chick on me like my kitch on me
Like Gyally on me want sex
She see the Ps we mash, she ask but gyally won't see on pence
Hop out the scenes all mends
This Brexit get out Theresa's ends or
Hop out your G get drenched (oh shit!)