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bagzoverfame x riskey, tim & barry & greeze – riskey x greeze – no miming lyrics

[intro]
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ayy, minaj, k!ll ’em

[verse 1: riskey]
bae’s tellin’ me stop (never)
she’s like, “when you was out on the frontline
when it’s crunch time, was he there or not?”
multiple times when we run from the one time on the one time
i ain’t scared, won’t stop
bro told me, “don’t drill that yute”
but i did, now the feds got the ends on lock
feds settin’ up tents and forensic stuff
with my hands on my waist, i ain’t got no shank
but, he ran, so i pulled a tremendous bluff (runner)
and i known this yutе from time
he can still get drillеd, tremendous stuff
friends from long, better end this stuff
clip’s like a film, but the ending’s tough (baow)
feds on the hill, better bend ’em, bruv
no pretendin’, we’re pretendin’, that’s tough (ching)
[verse 2: greeze]
i’m signed to the block, no label, like mabel, still gettin’ mad love
them man run with the shanks on us
no shank on man and they still can dust (runner)
walk on sh+t ‘cah the verbal’s nuts, hate when i’m out on the block
i got about two’s, but i left my glove (f+ck)
all this hate is me swingin’ this arm (ching)
neck or torso, doin’ ’em harm, cut past block, they’re pedallin’ fast (why?)
kids don’t ride, just out on a sight+see
the way i made yp dash, likkle man defo got holes in his nike (runner boy)
i’m naughty givin’ out karma, left and righty, doin’ man nicely (ching, yuck, yuck)
i’m the king of my high street

[verse 3: riskey]
say they right on the 5, but they never come find me (no)
god knows that they don’t come highbury
trapped in the trap, that’s bally and gloves
keep italian stuff ‘cah the ten+ten’s spicy
never been one for the chit+chat, shanks get dispatched
no, they don’t wanna talk lively
i don’t wanna hear about this, that, broski hit that
shank on my waist, it’s shiny (true)
know that the shank on my waist is long
up on my phone is the bars that i write
but, it feels so right when i do man wrong
multiple holes that broski left, cheffed, talk on my name, that’s borin’
caught in the station, denied himself
me, advisin’ stealth, so the outcome’s awesome
outside his house where the mandem caught him
[verse 4: greeze]
we makin’ the hood some noises, us man makin’ your boys do legs
five man rollin’ with blades and toys ’til us man make one of you man dead
five, duck like tails, i’m shootin’ heads
a stick don’t drill like a movin’ bed (no)
stuck in the past, you can lose your head
or you get ducked down, you can lose your breath
tapped in the brink ‘cah i lost my meds, off my frame, i’m goin’ insane
mask on my face, no rey mysterio, cheerio, them love doin’ insane
pull up on opps like, “yo, wha’ goods?”
they’re movin’ all shy like, “what did you say?”
they’re no point in me beefin’ the green
they stay on their side and don’t come my way

[verse 5: riskey]
if there’s an angle, say what’s what
don’t wanna hear tangles, ifs or buts
leave a man mangled, stripped and cut
man leave a man handled, dipped and touched
trust, i’ve been tryna score like diesel (tryna score)
it was demon time when i say so
bro got the burner, tell a man, “lay low”
hop out and clap him, shanks and a cain row
man gonna slap ’em, dash from the plain clothes
man can’t fathom, shanks and the main road
same old digital dash when they’re talkin’ live (don’t run)
we a real batch from the north and 5 (gang)
original trap, you should know i’m live
don’t wanna hear no, ifs, buts or why’s
man shot corn, it will change your life
got three for scores, so you best be wise (ring that)
[outro]
ayy+ayy+ayy, mzy, turn me up

- bagzoverfame x riskey tim barry greeze lyrics

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