Harlem Spartans - Bands & Violence lyrics

[Hook: Loski (x2)] Shoot and blow for free All of them gyal wanna roll One of them hold a smoke for me Eh, sh** then f**, then uh uh All of them talk like weed Eh, bands and violence daily Man do things on streets Man do things on streets [Verse 1: Loski] Harlem only, don't do friends Spartans active, don't get qwenged That gyal dead, but the uck was 10 Man with the phone on the strip with peng Bro put a 9 in 8s and 10s I was with Ian and Larry and them He didn't rate us, skid round the ends I was like nine with the mains in the 10s Busy with lacks, this blade was mense Come to the opp block, should've put tents Three young bells, I'll leave man drenched You can move fast if we on your ends Them gyal see me with lam and drips Man was asking me if I'm six Slow down b baby I'm with Harlem HS only, but I'll do it for prince We looked booky, wind down your prints One eye closed, when I shoot don't blink Splash man down, better pray he don't sing Splash man down, better pray he don't sing f** it, I'm with nine, and buds Do show that's everything lock arf Opps wanna talk on the squad Check the news we left so many restraunts on lock off Them the paigons, them start panicking That's everyone run off Shotty just oh so long Got me looking as this bro Like this ting needs to chop off Live corn like supper And sh**ting them boy, they're stressed Eh, I was skeeting on my mans gyal He was thinking bout his older's deaf Trap miz mash get bread Bands and violence, skengs on peds Hoes all on my, I'm too bosey Every time, give it to bro instead Eh, give it to bro instead [Hook: Loski (x2)] Shoot and blow for free All of them gyal wanna roll One of them hold a smoke for me Eh, sh** then f**, then uh uh All of them talk like weed Eh, bands and violence daily Man do things on streets Man do things on streets [Verse 2: TG] I ride to the opp block Man I slide through f** any K On my one I'm a typhoon That I'm riding The opps chat sh** til I find him Now they all hiding Man already knows a big .45 that I brought on the ride No fist fight dog I fry man, I'm on a bad man ting A sad man ting Man pull up skrt Man pull up skrt Beat corn, drill drop my man Pull up tramping I'm with jump out gang Tryna jump on man, free miz and dan Real spartans them locked in the can Real bad bro, I'm on gun mad ting Bad boy ting under the bun on my skin Fry man quick like chips Aim for his chest, man I pray I won't miss Bad for the brains and neck She swallows my kids Tell a gyal move, she's way too uck Then mash it Opp boys know I'm on rocky I stuff bullets up in my shotty Get man down like no one can't stop me Get man down like no one can't stop me [Hook: Loski (x2)] Shoot and blow for free All of them gyal wanna roll One of them hold a smoke for me Eh, sh** then f**, then uh uh All of them talk like weed Eh, bands and violence daily Man do things on streets Man do things on streets [Verse 3: Active] Trap mash mash down traps Put a man out, screaming 4s and nacked Dem man runners and dat Section you're never getting back Chase man down like I really wanna fish him If he's in restaurants, get him Four man cut you fulls in kitchen Two shanks lack, samurai Jack Lucky he couldn't stand, just miss him Ten toes backpack stepping If you see an opp then we leg him Bro got sticked and we sweat him Back up tomorrow no resting Step round there, step round there Made a whole block run Caesar man in the dun Trap mash still with my hood on Dem man there need to put on More weight, drive put your foot on Kilos them need them fill ups Am get spill up Mans going low so pick up Mandem come for a link up Gyal them drink up Spartans got them junk up Got them things up [Hook: Loski (x2)] Shoot and blow for free All of them gyal wanna roll One of them hold a smoke for me Eh, sh** then f**, then uh uh All of them talk like weed Eh, bands and violence daily Man do things on streets Man do things on streets