#TPL BM x Mini x Sava (OTP) - Plugged In W/ Fumez The Engineer *OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL*

2 back seat but 4 door Car no bike or suttin we Ching man clar,
Ching my blade inside his Giblets Aim for his Guts and Splash out his Appendix,
Crash like James get Smoked like Page hop on the Ped and swing at Brains,
Clutch my Rambo get bined like Blem
Speed with Car get past get far,
Wet that splash get drenched get far of cause I drenched up his spleen like sparks,
Zombie Knife shoulda dive and hide
AK with bullets get bun get bined,
Blaze out Bones jerk blades through Bones
Slide in Pelvis and rip out Intestines,
Stomach get rammed, get blammed,
get tanned blades inject through Limbs and Lungs,
Pull out Thyroid when we gonn Inject,
blades through Limbs and Z’S through Limbs,
Back that splash inside through Colon insert my blade get drenched, get benched, ( not finished ) Kinda Hard I think

bro put netflix in the tags 💀💀

DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged in
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the N- I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants
15 inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the 'Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young g go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim, 99 no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In B- got the jiggy on deck
In T- estate got the blikky and kwef
No way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the nine and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in W-
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up-
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like-
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the N- with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the four in the seven
Have you ever seen a golden berett? And
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide through with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin?
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
Fumez The Engineer

Wow 2 Years Ago and I Still listen to it🫱🏼‍🫲🏽🔥

OTP IS THE BEST GANG EVER

🔥🔥🔥

do you mind if i use it for instagram reels bro ?

i dont know what to say
we fuck ops all day
got in the opp block with my sword to slay
i sell molly everyday , in the bando we live like gta
you are in your crib and you just play
yesterday when he saw me he tried to run away
we got his ribcage out now his clothes are full of rips and stains
he needed to realise that when he messes with Block 79 his death day is nearby,
snitches caught telling on feds , we just did them in a driveby
when you see us just say bye bye to your life

177th

That “oooooohhh” in the background makes the beat even better

Out here tranna catch these shots mum said back at 9 but am on a ped am on serious blocks tranna catch opps that everyday basis free milzy I got right come round here get ur carti snatched me rk we just do that bro told me it’s my time shine but am on blocks dealing knifes I hit lick serious crime pe1 run when u hear that sound Central Park that’s where we ride don’t get caught in brizzla if u get caught serious crimes vkay tried he got bunupt roberto tried he bun up pull up on u and ur boy try dash some hit him back but I was at front so it must be me we snap snap don’t run get 1 back me and brothers we never lack rip TK lca

tell dat teacher twice in one lunch
he a Chinese singer no super idol
but I'm never scared or idol
that's why real life roller my title
Real life roller my title
cuz I make a spin like a vinyl
try chat to gb jussa trifle
too ruthless he'll rack a rival
ask me if i'm dumb? dont make me laugh
you got a 1
gese chinese, aint gonna pass that brun
make a chinese run, this is fun
jaws get smacked like drums
me, gb and kirbz
we was there when shit got spun
wen-lin got racked by green-hill
zhi-heng got racked by aecian
must be save me like meek-mill
we made that vibe contagious
wan get rich like tfue
he saw us, turnt ghost like aydan
gb too tapped too lethal
he got bad-blood for them asians
take that shit if its up for taking
not tryna be famous
jus do it for me and gang
get dropped if you try defame
gb badman dont care bout your name
sent a chinese straight to the pave
wen-lin got sent to the pave
shoulda just stayed in his lane

Oki dt5beatas

Good job with the 808s insane it keeps going

“If I crash this car onna glide, don’t worry bout the car getting dented”

تو تاریکیه کوچه های تنگو باریک..کارد کمرم میزنه برق، میلرزونه دل هر دیو.... ترس دلمو کشتم، شاید بزنه اَ پشتم.. ولی باز ترسـ داره دلش...چون بدخواه میدونه پشتم نداره زره و پشت نمیکنم بهش...مثه صخرم سرسختم سردمدار سردارو سرمشقم..میگیرم دم هردم پای ورق چشمم کور دندم نرم خودم انتخاب کردم ک پاش بجنگم...دنیام تاریک افکارم روشن..قلبم شده از جنس جوشن.. رپ حقیقت محض اعتماد ب نفسه توش پره هرزه حتی اونی ک سر ب تنش، نمی ارزه...علی مدافع، رپفارس حرمه اسلحه قلمه خشابا کلمه..رگبی فور تنمه ..کلی کلمه توی کلمه.. لاتی پر نمیکنم ولی زیر مایین اگ پر کنم،،
‌ هیتر میگه باشه بیا پایین،،، باشه میام پایین تا بکنمت با لیدوکایین

Bro u should do more beats like this one literally is fuckin bangin !!

Do you man knows where it starts like “if i crash this car on a glide don’t worry about car getting dented”

Thanks g so now I can finally rap on this beat after 2years later

This is cold 🥶. You can hear BM’s voice through the beat.

Legend 👌

routine to come back to this and listen once in a while

When i jump out the ride with the hand ting

You already know its gonna be mad ting

When i slap that i had them runnin

Had them all doin up the sonic boost dash ting

When i step round here and wig him dip him insert my shank and twist it

And when we circle they block and they lackin lackin hop out the car and splash him

He was chokin on blood and his shirt went from white to red that’s a fashion I dont know why milly me milly me dash him

genuinely just different I swear

Entro dentro al bando con un nuovo ferro
l ho cambiato l altro è stato preso
la guardia che ha rotto il cazzo che mi sta appresso
dentro a quel blocco dividono il pezzo
non capisci rileggiti il testo 10 k davanti e l altri di dietro
è sempre la solita lo faccio sul serio
non do soldi allo stato solo soldi in nero black dinero
big drip come fivio non mi frega un cazzo sono psyco
Con mio fratello c ho fatto un patto soldi in contanti sul tavolo
sto tutto drippato compro una collana da icebox con i soldi del pacco
il tuo amico si parla troppo ha rotto il cazzo è solo un ratto
non racconto quello che ho fatto in questura non cio mai parlato
tuo fratello parla troppo è soloo un codardo parli di feat ma tu l hai pagato
per strada tutto è oro colato in 30 facedo un agguato
Sopra ad un tmax col volto coperto ed il casco integrato , fanculo lo stato, che mette in gabbia un pischello co un grammo
Fanculo lo stato odio quelli che dicono e non fanno, parlano parlano ma non sanno farlo ce solo un proiettile vedi bene come usarlo, b

Looklisten yo get thr job done don’t play with ice mix the codeine with lean and sprite gotta stay on point ahead of my time they catch feelings we catch flights we get money and live this life they can’t go shop without tear in there eye look at your mum and tell her you love her Cah you can get when the mandem bite

DT5 on the beat
Senseii

Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged in

In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale

In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale

If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the N- I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches

Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants
15 inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless

Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker

Them man there just talk on the 'Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young g go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim, 99 no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan

I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In B- got the jiggy on deck
In T- estate got the blikky and kwef
No way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the nine and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in W-
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks

Who's that? My man throwing up-
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"

I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like-

Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies

Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the N- with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the four in the seven
Have you ever seen a golden berett? And
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide through with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin?

In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale

In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale

Fumez The Engineer

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Mini / B.m.

Jperd aucune seconde si ya heja mon gars je fonce trop agité pendant ma defonce la ville da coter on la defonce que des coup de taumar dans sa têter à la fin à la vie il renonce avec tes menaces à 2 bal tu croit tu vas faire peur à qui mon gosse aura un piwi et un tarper automatique belek il tombe dans la bibi c'est qui l'aura le même appétit que son daron ,je suit trop maudit ,je vend le Maron ,

Working for many
am not boss
Sport mod
Dont have control
You dont si my
Couse am like ghost
Runing my shqipez
Like a bost


You are fake
Njejt e ki dhe armen
Masc on face
Nuk e dojna kamren
Mrena nmirdit e kena bazen
(Krenare nanen) efect

Kjo nuk osh fake gun
Ta thejm kafken (shatgan)
Vij me kuksjan e do tropojan
Lule bari kena ntavan

Four Six One (461)
Krejt e din harten Mirdit
Nana lekin tu e marr
Shum krenare osht per fmin

My shqipe working green house

[[ Pushim ]]

Make many no pauz

this is fire browski 🔥🔥🔥

Hop in the dings dont hop in the back seat

I'm driving fast like flying apache

Drop 4th to 3rd you cant catch me

Silence in the car but the tires are chatty

High speed crash only thing that can pack me

On the back road we ain't going to maccies

Driving big boy cars in traccies

Take your belt off g and get slappy

3 man up in a 2 door coupe

drop the top and then aim shoot

Bro asked  whats in the boot

Couple bricks of yay and a pikey yute

My life feeling like im in a loop

Coming for your soul dont care bout loot

My life must be a fucking loop drop the drop top and then fucking shoot

In the amg just serving swerving the tires burning

We the young boys just working

Ding ding trips and the steering jerking

My new girl wanted burking

I got a new whip for the sake of lurking

Got all of the bad ones twerking

And I got all of the opp boys hurting

All of the opp boys hiding

Were gliding

Got the back out sliding

Just wait til we find him

Hop out the dings and then fucking knife him

Everyone knows we're riding

.44 shells for a fuck off python

If we get caught were lifeing

Put your foot down and just dodge these sirens

"If I crash this car on the glide, don't worry bout you car gettin dented'

fire!

crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread, then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless

Yo you bros killed it this beat was mad so hard and TPl BM X Mini X Sava went hard

Can i use this beat for non-commercial?

Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged in
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the N- I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out, gang put the opps on pendants
15 inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Bro with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the 'Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young g go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim, 99 no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In B- got the jiggy on deck
In T- estate got the blikky and kwef
No way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the nine and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in W-
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up-
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like-
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the N- with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the four in the seven
Have you ever seen a golden berett? And
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide through with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck you leaving your bredrin?
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale
In Zone - tryna cause some hell
Made - dance, cut shapes as well
They can't have beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up for sale

Amizades di boca mi nka creeeeeee

still listening to this day

FOUND IT LETS GO

[Intro: BM]
DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?
Plugged In

[Chorus: BM]
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell

[Verse 1: Mini]
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread, then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless

[Verse 2: Sava]
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Roll with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young G go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim 99, no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan

[Verse 3: BM]
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In Broadwater Farm got the jiggy on deck
In Tangy Estate got the blicky and kweff
O way or no way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the 9 and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in West
Flick it, flick it, that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up O's
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver "Stop here, let me slap it"

[Verse 4: Mini]
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
'Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young G's don't lack like Dezz'

[Verse 5: Sava]
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit gets peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies

[Verse 6: BM]
Who's that? What's that?Jump out, get him
In the Nizz with a rusty weapon
Two AK's, put the 4 in the 7
Have you ever seen a golden berettan?
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide tru' with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck are you leaving your bredrin?

[Chorus: BM]
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell

[Outro]

Fumez The Engineer

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what drumkit that kick from?

What’s the vst for the piano bro?

Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell


[Verse 1: Mini]
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread, then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it
TP gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch, but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless


[Verse 2: Sava]
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Roll with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young G go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim 99, no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan


[Verse 3: BM]
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In Broadwater Farm got the jiggy on deck
In Tangy Estate got the blicky and kweff
O way or no way, he still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the 9 and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in West
Flick it, flick it, that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up O's
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver "Stop here, let me slap it"

[Verse 4: Mini]
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friend
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
'Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young G's don't lack like Dezz'


[Verse 5: Sava]
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit gets peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies

[Verse 6: BM]
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the Nizz with a rusty weapon
Two AK's, put the 4 in the 7
Have you ever seen a golden berettan?
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide tru' with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck are you leaving your bredrin?


[Chorus: BM]
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone 8 tryna cause some hell
Made Philly dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef, so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a

The way the 808 kinda never stops and just keeps on going is fucking insane

I roll with the pole with ima poker
stuck in my zone ima stoner
get strech for being a loner we just laugh at the opps like joker get put in a benz watch your friends get toke up bagged a sweet one in ends kway back then but then broke up, all of suudden mans all grown up big 18 get swung in your shoulder stack this bread till it's big like folders big man now can't tell me bout olders