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ondrills (harlem spartans) - next up - s2-e10 - pt. 1 lyrics

[intro]
sykes, sykes

[verse 1: ondrills]
hot steppin’ out with my blade
with a sawn+off dots from my knees to my waist
jump out on yutes
assist my arm, aim high and shoot
me and bro wanna turn man zoots
invest in dingers, trap and move
bisky traps too, he will also do up your chest for the crew
rise and rise, skengs on peds with violent guys
or 4 man stuffed in da ride, 3 shanks, one mash, let’s go and dine
run down opps and spill their wine
he got… then shot, that’s fine
shouout jugg and free da guys
or 2 man step tryna pierce man’s spine
let’s fill this whip and lurk
back my blade, tryna hurt this nerd
he done a whole 1+6 reverse
all up to now, he ain’t namеd one works
you gotta trap mash bread, get first
my lyca twеrkz, my phone is burst
i’m in the bando, bagging up percs
brick in a box, put it straight on a curb
let’s talk about shottin
i’m on the ends i do it no problem
don+don is kway, outin packs, he does it often
now back to the violence
loose is signed but he still does chingings
ay what, are you listening, f+ck the feds and 3 all my siblings
[verse 2: trapfit]
youngest and baddest
us man bin them yutes way before we made that song
10 toes there with my 15 inch
tryna do someone wrong
the paigons lie in their tracks, how the f+ck these yutes gettin’ paid for their songs
i back that mash, i didn’t see nuffin’ but bums and thongs
m+way trips, my drivers’ tired, i hope things don’t go wrong
lurk round town, puttin’ on cats, i do that with don don
nuffin’ but drills and traps, no way can i lie in my song
i really mash work on streets, and i put that sh+t on my mums
this barbie clocked my face, so she tryna stick out her bum
i remember that day when me and … 2 man stepped, and shh got bunned
rapid response if paigons think they can ever come
if you see sd and jabz on a late night man just run
i serve them cats on a late night
you’re sleepin’, i’m chasin’ funds
i trap so, in the ends tryna purchase all of these guns
if the workers run with packs, i’m turning up at drums
tryna take a little man away
if you ain’t got lm’s funds

[outro}
sykes, sykes

- ondrills harlem spartans lyrics

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