skrell paid - twirl shit lyrics
[intro: brooklyn district attorney ken thompson]
good morning everyone. i wanna thank you all for joining us here today, along with police commissioner bratton, members of the nypd and prosecutors in my office. we’re here today to announce the 76-count indictment of a violent street gang, that’s based in the flatbush section of brooklyn, called folk nation, no love city
[chorus: skrell paid]
free all my twirlers that’s locked up, my n-gg-s we be on that gang sh-t
i’m sliding with bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that range b-tch
new twirl order, we only get stronger, get the f-ck out our way b-tch
we hitting them stains quick, boy we ain’t nothing to play with
free all my twirlers that’s locked up, my n-gg-s we be on that gang sh-t
i’m sliding with bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that range b-tch
new twirl order, we only get stronger, get the f-ck out our way b-tch
we hitting them stains quick, boy we ain’t nothing to play with
[verse 1: skrell paid]
rip to my brother
he flocking, i’m flocking, i’m still on that same sh-t
still on that gang sh-t, slide with my twirlers, inflicting the pain b-tch
it’s just me and bezel, 2 deep in that rental, move hot like some kettles
hop out, i’m like “h-llo”
then i put 30 shots in his dental
i’m rocking off molly, they say, “i be bugging, i’m losing my mental”
since they took the flock, i’m caring about nothing, pullup and i’m busting
these n-gg-s be chucking, they not in the field, that’s end of discussion
we really get fetti, no need for the fronting
smoke [?] to the face, now i got a concussion
know my name, skrell paid be the savage
b-tches know i’m down for the action
don’t give a f-ck, broad day let ’em have it
use the 30, how i caught a n-gg- lacking
every hitta around me, by my side, pistol packing
call lil, lay up, do some damage
got my n-gg- sha gliz causing havoc
we be twirling on these n-gg-s, sh-t tragic
water whipping, whipping in the kitchen
check the wrist game, know my sh-t is different
we be really sh-tting, catch me flipping pigeons
catch me riding dirty, with the 40 smith &
ima do him dirty, milly rock, i’m st-rdy
with my brother bezel, p-ssy we ain’t worried
shoot a front line like they stephen curry
i be rolling late, got my vision blurry
[verse 2: bezel escada]
bombing sh-t like the taliban
catching stains, in and out the van
artillery, coming from j-pan
n-gg-s [?]
young savage coming from the slum
ar-15 with a f-cking drum
desert eagle, all types of guns
glock 17, op n-gg-s gon’ run
skrell paid, in the field with a ladder
hollow tips, hit a n-gg- in his bladder
no call of duty, we some certified clappers
catch a homi, go to peter luger’s after
pushing weight, while i’m in the gym
send a piece, “what about the pin?”
hot ones burning up your skin
tommy gun, blowing off your limb
100 bands sitting on the shelf
caught him, now he crying, “help”
taking risks, grinding for the wealth
throw a flame, watch the body melt
ambulance picking up the bag
throw the body in the back of the jag
momma crying, cause she feeling sad
then i go to your crib and i clap your dad
drinking rose when i’m at the viewing
picking sides, why these n-gg-s choosing?
if i’m in the floss, then you know i’m booming
no remorse if these n-gg-s wounded
one shot to the head, now the body ruined
hospital, loosing body fluid
30 clip is what a n-gg- shooting
now your sister crying and my wave approving
[chorus: skrell paid]
free all my twirlers that’s locked up, my n-gg-s we be on that gang sh-t
i’m sliding with bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that range b-tch
new twirl order, we only get stronger, get the f-ck out our way b-tch
we hitting them stains quick, boy we ain’t nothing to play with
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