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balistik (zt) - next up? lyrics

[intro]
sebzbeats baby

[verse 1]
we had drills in racks and packs
they do it for the mic, it’s cray
the other week me and bro running down 4 man, they don’t come in the park and play
it’s like they’ve seen a ghost when they see my face
me, co, shuggz on the mains, la and da in da
zt step, swammies on deck, green lights outta the blue
i’m creasing, they’re leaving their hearts and garms, return their hats and shoes (how?)
no doubt, all we needed to hear what’s who’s?
then suttin’ got splashed like a capsized cruise
if i don’t know about the battles they’ve lost in the past then they must be new to the beef
done cl-ssy like hakkasan when i barely know about uber eats
no loubs on feet, my bally’s on bally, talk about lives we’ll take one
i’m banned from latts but i wanna ask bro who’s that like psycho and tre done
doing mad canteen sheet calculations, that’s when time flies
but i couldn’t wait for the day the govs buss my door and said bye bye
me and bro done a jook-jook thing in designer, we was doing up high fives
dip-dip, no five guys, got splashed just doing up skydive
zt in the bando gouching, but have you ever slept in a shed?
all you feel is the drift and webs but you think about the straight in pebs
all we know is chop them zs to the [?] we coulda came in handy
that’s a 2 in a blue of lizz or handy, remind them who runs hackney
long nose coming like squidward (how?)
and he ain’t tryna get splashed in the dome like sandy (how?)
bro done a monkey a week on biscotts, that’s a dots and a canzy
zt got bits of the sand like gaara, opp pack got me red eyed like itachi
(84-40 got kitties on graft but they wan’ do the work like itchy and scratchy)
free c-ssy, no free hus, b-money, and youngs, frisc locked for the t
free psycho, tre, shh tugz and asbo locked for the ks and heat
and that’s only zt
every age group got shh on the block
zt freak wetting up these sheets, wan’ slide on top like she mayhem thot
just put opp chase stuck in my sock, pull it off then bop
you don’t know about a risk, got chinged in the shop, they’re asking us when will it stop?
how many times did he get cheffed? nearly lost his breath
and all they do is go past in cars throwing hand signs down like the gang was deaf
you don’t wanna get caught in traffic or the next entrance wounds will exit
‘012 in the came for am, done uie capped in, never pet it
opp block with the mop, z stepped it but his nigga got cheffed, that’s a bistro café
that’s him doing up transfers like madrid waiting on mbappé
we had 0s in the ts with the sachets, latex bandies and no trail, well
how am i banned from frisco and money when both of my guys are in jail?
17 rambo and keys to the bando, me and whitez doing bits on scales
now i’m tryna stuff keys in the bando, 1up, i can’t see him as well
hell, i’ve gone the opp blocks, spilled juice, got changed, got yatts, spilt juice on girls
we had 0s in scores hallelujah
pumpy long like, pumpy long like norbit, handting big rasputia
big wu-bu-bam with the luger
they ain’t done dirts, no henry, 3 zt’s and the hoover
(they ain’t done dirts, no henry, 3 zt’s and the hoover)
no one’s tryna get judged by the jury but it still kicks, akuma
how did he get corned, verruca?
we went round with the heat, blacked out, had air force 1s that night, and now i got a crease in my lunar

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