(Francis Road)
(Conspiracy Gang)
I can′t keep this one in my house no more
'Cause its long if the feds go raid it
Bro just drenched him up with a stainless
Now his chest and belly all aching
Romz nearly got bagged with the dots
It would′ve been long if his bag got taken
Can't even post on my snap no more
'Cause my social medias flaming
Zombie boy love giving that chat
He′s lucky that god did save him
He could′ve been dead in a grave right now
From them 13 critical shavings
Lord knows how he clocked mans face in the car
So I'm running down mainroads racing
LT9 is an athlete gang
They′re way too fast on foot it's amazing
This girl moves way too inna
Tell her fuck off if she don′t hold dick
Bro had me breaking my neck in the passy
'Cause pigs were trailing behind this whip
Throw this dots to a bitch in the South
Tell that bad b hide it in her crib
Tell her don′t move her lips
'Cause she knows thats loose lips sink ships
The slugs in my barrel come fat like Grizz
4 And a half man spent on sticks
How you know about running man down?
Now your air bubbles popped
Man you're deffo pissed
Buck into man no more talking
Now I got blood on my kicks
I′m a Southside baby born and raised
Round here we don′t talk to the pigs
If I stain that pack you ain't getting it back
′Cause me and my guys don't lack
Get round there in a 4 door truck
Get shot in your chest or back
Round here we don′t accept no vios
2 Quid dings and we're gliding strapped
Couldn′t give a fuck about waigons
.38 Spins round here get slapped
On-sight, anywhere ralla
Don't think you're safe ′cause you′re on your block
Pokez held 2 in the rave
Man thought he could whine and cotch
Feds, sirens
Can't stay in one place man′s gotta get gone
If you think you can fuck with my team
Rudeboy
Don't get yourself gone
I′m sick of 'em telling lies
Like how many times have we got round there
With the big dot dots in the ride?
Don′t run off and leave your guys
They told us to come to the block
So we went to the block and they run off and hide
I was 2 man up on a ped
That was me and Grimz tryna take mans life
New yute on the block I don't know my man
Told Marz, oi, go rev it on him
Sometimes I get bored in the trap
Opp block tours they all run like sonic
I told Pads and Romz go get a fresh dings
I'm tryna put yutes on bonnets
This bad b screams loud
Like the sound of my dots when I bruck it
Me and H went half on a dots
The dots was too long so we halved it again
Blem
This ain′t no cyber attack
I′ll see you in a bit with my loaded skeng
I ain't gotta talk too much
Rellz came to life my zombie friend
Vauxhall corsa or a stolen vechs
Either way you′re gonna meet your end
I'm done with all of the wording, verbsing
Pull up on blocks and burst him
They′re not in the ends when we're lurking
15 Inch back that and hurt him
You don′t wanna see man purging
I'll leave man red and that's for certain
I′ll pull up in a stolen german
Catch man slipping now that′s just curtains
If I'm not with the guys getting lizzy
Then I′m probably with a bitch getting busy
I got enough corn for the strizzy
Push my buttons
I'll light up your crib g
Me and the opps have history
I bullied them yutes since I was a pitney
They know how I swing my fists
Thats why they got that rammy on their hip b
Fat pussy bitch, yeah, I love it
Should′ve saw the way that I bruck it
Like the dot dot man just stuff it
I'll press my ting in public
They say that I move like a muppet
I′m paranoid, man can't trust it
Fuck it, rise my ting and bust it
I said, rise my ting and bust it
Free all my Cs
And free up all of my 2s
If I catch me an opp
I'll grip on the mop
And lick a boy out of his shoes
I′m tired of beefing these dudes
Too much talk on soc
′Till their friend gets fried on the news
Like
What's wrong with you′s?
You can catch me in BG or Valley
But
I've always got my rammy
It can get aggy when I slap on a bally
I′ll watch man freeze like a patty
I got a good link with the grafters
Incase your door needs gripping at night
I'll wake you up with a dots in your face
And bells in the ting
Like, yeah its all live
Its like, anytime we′re going on a glide
It's a 1.4 or a 125
Them pagan boys love talking smoke in a batch
Go yard then cry
Like why do they test this guy?
Like I really don't know just, why?
Me, YM, CiSav and Dymz, yeah
We′re some devilish guys
Anytime we spin that ride it′s a bruckback ting
Or shanks that we rise
I said, anytime we spin that ride its a bruckback ting
Or shanks that we rise
****** is a real life pedo
I don't know why he runs his mouth
All this talk on snap
But what the fuck has he done for the South?
