Harlem Spartans - Darling Pardon lyrics

[Intro: Zico] Not gonna lie I'm cross Not gonna lie I'm cross Cause they've got my friends in a box Cause they've got my friends in a box Not gonna lie I'm cross Cause they've got my friends in a box That's a lesson learned, not lost Told them clocks don't stop Still tryna sweep these opps Driver stops [Hook: Bis] x2 Everyone screaming Spartan I don't understand you ain't a part of Harlem (gyal) Know that we fly them Jordan, bros No free man like Morgan Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans We ain't like them, they're ba*tards Splashes and mashers, 300 texts Splash up a man, who's next [Verse 1: Phineas] Stepping Man step on the block with weapons Bellz up close, one shot get qweffing Spartan or Ku man's repping Bro ring on the trap and get bread in Put K on the K's for attention For the vengeance squad, done vengeance I'm Phineas trap, get bands That know man's stepped on the rave and tensions Splash splash splash on the rave Or bring out the smoke no questions 300 Spartans stepped on the block Ten toes on the block with weapons Feds locking my Gs in seconds Still ride on the block, still stepping How many times have my guys done wettings No time for a boo, ay Gyalie on me, but the Spartans rude Bad b tryna be Spartans too Caramel skin, got lighties too Brown and peng she's looking all cute Uh, uh, you say you got smoked and shoot 6 man left in the Spartan crew 5 man stepped on the block, where's you? 4 man dishing serving up food 4 on 5 but they still got chewed 2 man up still splashed that yute 1 man up, he still got 2 It's Harlem b, get paid in full It's Harlem b, get paid in full [Verse 2: Zico] Not gonna lie I'm cross Cause they put my friends in a box That's a lesson learned, not lost Told ‘em the clocks don't stop Still tryna sweep these opps Driver stops, 2 six tops they're off Man's tryna ducking, no toss Opps tryna get that boss Get him gone Hit jump out I'm gone If we get a drop on the box that's gone Back to the trap, generate some prof Tell a girl, hold this gwop Yeah she's feelin' my song She might as well hold this mop She brown and cute but I might want a caramel one Now look what the caramel's done I don't really know about guns Then I bought a rambo Dishing on blood I ain't in bish, tryna get a man bun Soon as he steps on his mum Sav with a cutter gotta push a man's mum Got him like damn Damn, what a selfish son Run, run, run Run out of breath, get done Run out of breath, get done [Verse 3: Bis] No social don Watch all the tweaking and snitching Like all the social's long Get round we're Harlem Spartans Sams in a f** off dotty Free Ty yeah he banged that shotty Dumb jakes tryna bag my squadie Got bells on the ride, that's noddy Still ring bells, Bellz still sinning Opp bird, no crumbs, no pigeon Get bread, that's thumbs and digits Brown peng, my bro just spin it Same with the opp, just U it Kenny bop and just do it Seen with your olders, your whole day ruined Opp boys tryna get me down, yeah he blew it Had me a honey on the run Even made him run with his dawg Run Forrest, run Them man snaked us, man they s** He said he did it for blood Fam, who said he's rude, he's an evil dude If I'm rolling with Latz And I got my splash There's how many more Doing what we do Jugg and bang, you know how we do Harlem boo, get cash with my splash No I won't lack, even though they run from man But, there's always a but on Pusha And I'm ready for the but and Pusha No talk right here, I'ma teach him It's Sparta b**h for a reason The opps do fast the dot dot ting It ain't long enough to reach him But Max is Flash, and we try dash, so let him hold the thing Dash or let him hold the thing It jams then Spartans splash and ching Let my n***as out of the bin Take my n***as out of the bin [Hook: Bis] x2 Everyone screaming Spartan I don't understand you ain't a part of Harlem (gyal) Know that we fly them Jordan, bros No free man like Morgan Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans We ain't like them, they're ba*tards Splashes and mashers, 300 texts Splash up a man, who's next