Текст песни GDR - ST , V9

Brigades
Come on, Sapphire Beats
Mika gave me this one
How many man do toes? He tried run off and still got soaked
Back my nank and get shit popping, no verbal, I ain′t got time for no-

Man know I'm on violence, I ain′t lying
Cheff man down for the verbal, I slap shots if this beef gets quiet
Insert blades, leave holes, man leak,
I'm still tryna put a face on a tee
Revenge my G, man shot it in the crowd like I missed a penalty
Blow this whistle, I ain't a referee,
You better run, you better have energy
Crash anything that′s Mulli,
Straight leathers, you can keep them woolys
Real bad boys, you know we don′t vandal,
Niggas out here snitching like Randall
Light man up just like candles,
Leave man stretched, the pussy's dismantled
Holly Street, shout out the Niners,
He tried run off and still got soaked
We′re still tryna leave man departed,
I cheff man with my flick knife on volts
Back my nank and get shit popping,
No verbal, I ain't got time for no waffling
Paigons pissed if I spot ′em, me and V gliding like Batman and Robin
Like MB, I get blocks popping,
Reload, I ain't got time for no shopping
I carry my block on my back,
The mandem′s locked but man's still t'ugging
Hit the sauna, so if I buss it,
Back to the strip cah the fiends be clucking
Just lined up a whole load of grub,
Then I hit the streets cah the phone been buzzing

Gang do road, let that blow
How many man do toes? He tried run off and still got soaked
Main road, back road, you can lose your soul
Don′t chance it, V9, I′m mad and I'll bark it
Crasses, teeth in this wap got me naming it sharkin′
Gang do road, let that blow
How many man do toes? He tried run off and still got soaked
Main road, back road, you can lose your soul
Don't chance it, V9, I′m mad and I'll bark it
Crasses, teeth in this wap got me naming it sharkin′

I ain't no gem like ruby, I'll shoot the clip like a movie
You best move it, if I catch up to you, you′re stupid
Spin the whip, who you screwing? This teeth in the wap will chew him
Leave him ruined, watch him sing like dolphins
Don′t approach him, these kids will leave man roasted
Skidding up like he's toasted, we ain′t into the boasting
Do a drill, bake off then lotion,
Hop out the ding-dong truck, someone's gotta get bun
It′s long, don't trip or you′re
Done, samurai's in and out of mans lung
I want man packed like lunch, watch it shatter when I swing this one
All the metal's thug like Nintendo, pepper the beef, pimientos
Leave the whole scene mellow, slap shots like my name′s Carmelo
Headshot, watch him shake like Jell-O, man it′s mental
Headshot, watch him shake like Jell-O,
Headshot watch him shake like Jell-O, man it's mental
Headshot watch him shake like Jell-O

Gang do road, let that blow
How many man do toes? He tried run off and still got soaked
Main road, back road, you can lose your soul
Don′t chance it, V9, I'm mad and I′ll bark it
Crasses, teeth in this wap got me naming it sharkin'
Gang do road, let that blow
How many man do toes? He tried run off and still got soaked
Main road, back road, you can lose your soul
Don′t chance it, V9, I'm mad and I'll bark it
Crasses, teeth in this wap got me naming it sharkin′