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3×3 – no cap lyrics

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[intro: e1]
project x
anything grrrrr
why did chicken try cross the road?
does he not know that we roll with smoke?
pop up quick, head back, toast

[verse 1: zt]
tell the opps them check my cv (zt)
you know i’m a chest shot veteran (wet em up!)
c0ke, crack, heroin
you know that my n-ggas got everything
[?] back that dotz on the nizz
see a bunch of kids tryna keep it peddling (don’t run!)
ap nemesis, chestshot specialist
farm or lane i’m wettin’ ‘em
crash that corn like anonymous a (crash that)
you know that the gang’s too ruthless
slap that wap till it’s toothless
say you chill with them get executed (deya)
and “i only chill with them”
is one of the worst excuses
fg thats stabbings and shootings
been road, done a successful booting (bow)
if i listen to the voice in my head
every day someone else would be dead
you know that it’s blood man sheds
stab for the k!ll with murder intent
you don’t wanna get your grown -ss drenched
forensic suits in and out white tents
and since we crash corn at them
it’s t-t for tat, this sh-t’s intense
we-wet him like -ss-ssins creed
i flee from the scene
i don’t watch man bleed (wet him up)
jump out on an ic3
but most man run when i see one (don’t run)
i’m running from ic1s
that’s boys in blue tryna lock man up
on the farm block with this loaded gun
suffocate the trigger and get man bun
heard there were jakes in the a
but i’m searching with gang tryna catch me a k
[?] tried to pedal away
so we took him to the island village estate
opps wann’ talk on my name
but when i do camp they’re not tryna stay
d-ck that down she’s screaming my name
you’re lipsing her, tryna call her bae
my brother from tottenham’s calling
my lighty from the thirds is too much stressed
but shout-out my prestige one from the 9
she’ll hold it down to the end
and i bored r1 in his back
[?] bored p-loose in his chest
and we used to be cool with them
now they give verbal on internet

[verse 2: zt]
should have been billing up lines
back then trapping off next man’s lines
but man can’t draw me out
that’s a bag a week and i’m on my grind
posession with intent to supply
but it wasn’t on a county line
looked out the window, saw twenty feds
and i couldn’t believe my eyes, like
are you taking the p-ss?
i didn’t even bank one spliff
had two and a blue in front of me
and man had to flush that sh-t
looking at [?] and ys
like someone take the wrap for this
on my life that didn’t change sh-t
man seen prince on induction wing

[verse 3: e1]
the life that i live is flames
don’t ask how i bussed that case
i stayed quietly and said no names
door’s coming off and i think it’s a raid
looked outside and i see armed jakes
that’s flash lights back on my face
red lights beaming on me and my mates
bro tried bang that bait
but that wasn’t the case
now it’s toilet settings tryna send that kway
kobi, smoking that straight to the brain
you can keep on adding them ks
so we pull up to the lane tryna insert blades
i remember that day when i backed it bait
i saw man run, trip, skate
smoking on this kobi40
i hope he don’t turn in his grave and haunt me
bad b on me too naughty
i go sold that 6440
answer the phone, i’ll be there shortly
i hate when the cats move way too h-rny
listen to my rap it’s a real life story
aye don’t move salty
ride for your brodie
“anything green get bun”
and they talk about waps then show me
di-di-dip di-di-dip, who the f-ck have you bored up
you ain’t done sh-t, little man you’re a talker
i don’t know why you’re talking ‘bout giant
when you see giant you all move frightened
using them legs like you’ve just seen a riot
like how come your friends keep dying?
aye listen to this cheeky joke
why did chicken try cross the road?
does he not know that we roll with smoke?
pop up quick, head back, toast
skengz glad i never backed my phone
don’t lack in the night like skengz
or you could get put in a benz
that’s you on the news at ten
you’re either dead or on a hospital bed
3’bm he got locked for a m
and them man there scoring goals on feds
i don’t know who to bill up next
i told you i’ve run out of rizz
let me cop me some new blue slims
cause i’m tryna bill up him, him and him
him, him and him
i’ve got options