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t.scam - no hook 2.0 lyrics

[producer tags]
sykes, sykes
dt5 on the beat

[verse 1: t.scam]
are you buzzing?
can’t question my work rate
with ten days, i’m a sav’ like abz
gang, gang the section was 60 when i flew out the cab, moving mad like max (woo)
central cee bitties, say hi to the local cat (yo!)
i don’t know why they chat like that (why?)
and i don’t why they rap like that (why?)
‘cah they really ain’t bad like that (no cap)
i’m in bush with my shank and bankroll
anywhere i go, gang go (pow)
fling this corn at your mango
or swing my anglo arm at your backbone (ching, ching)
dot dot bang, made him drunk like a tapper
made him swim but it’s nuttin’ like backstroke (swim, swim)
you might like cali, you might like star dog, .44 corn man you don’t want that smoke (no way)
the trident say i like to roll with boots
now i’m in the dock, fighting cases in suits (gang)
if ba gеts mad, then ba gon’ shoot (brr, brr)
if sus swings it, r.i.p, boo hoo
turn that purple, if you fly blue, ag gang gang su+woo (su+woo!)
try lеan on who?
we’ll slide on you
try bang it on who?
we’ll slap it at you
[verse 2: abzsav]
(bow)
he jumps in the booth and he touch a leg (how?)
he jumps in the booth, he ain’t touched no one (man down)
i’m a militant man, when i swing my one
you can ask in the n, i get sh+t done
disrespect, you’re taking the p+ss, man stepping with sticks, man letting it rip (bow, bow, bow)
he got saved by the firing pin and he got slapped on the vacant strip (he did)
sorry brown one, she says i’m rude, it’s true, more time i’m sliding boo
sorry if i’ve had no time for you (sorry)
four man step with my rc goons, tryna split a opp boy in f+cking two (ying, ying)
me and my bro’s have nothing to prove, (nope) devilish thoughts when we’re sliding through
your bro got bun but it could’ve been you (bow, bow)
m+move or you’re gonna get burst
free 60 like he done a full turn (free him)
man’s cutting through quick on a paigon strip
man’s letting it rip, i don’t no ticks (bow, bow, bow, bow)
his skin was dry, only right he got dipped
with the fl!ck, with the fl!ck through his lazy skin (stay back)
we stay repenting for this life of sin, we stay repenting for this life of sin
(we do)

[verse 3: broadday]
babs came through with the spinner, and bis came through with the glock (brr)
h+ll break loose if they both get c+cked
c+cks a real fl!ck, now i’m turning it rock (whip, whip)
heard donny got head topped (ouch)
now i’m laughing with sixty and my n+gga young rifty (free them)
dissing billy, i’ll get ’round quickly, talk on dirtz and i rise my bl!cky (bow)
the ag’s work rate late (you know)
shout bro’s from the 156
got hollow tips all up in my clip (bow)
no beyblade ting but we’re letting it rip (bow)
free armed response it’s a must
my wap was collecting dust, came out of jail, let that buss, (bow) then take the golden boot of sus (gang)
[verse 4: bankroll]
i’m a serious driller, how don’t you know that i press on triggers (ha ha)
i’m a chest shot chinger, you don’t wanna see bugzy in the dinger (grr)
ay, but the feds too inner, they want bugz on the wing, not bugz as a winner (f+ck)
but let me show you who’s madder
a+way gang gang who’s badder? (a+way!)
samurai, samurai jack with this dagger
ay, what you mean about yagger?
with this loaded heat i’ll leave man splattered
who’s on what?
you can’t be on me (bow!)
spray, spray that block like febrese
hide in the streets ‘cah they don’t wanna see me
i’m bankroll bugz and i’m greazy
likkle man you could end up on tv (woo)
with the spins man’s way to squeezy
with the ching chong i’ll leave man leaky (woi oi)
you see it, you see me

[outro]
sykes, sykes
dt5 on the beat

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