Dubz - (BSIDE) 30 & KK - Mad About Bars w/ Kenny | @MixtapeMadness (4K) lyrics

[BSide 30] Everyone's talking the tings but nobody ain't bringin' out poles Bunny wid Buckfiddy on the ride just know mans dishin out smoke If im not servin up the cats somewhere im with bae bae doin up goals I dunno anything bout that crime officer i was sitting at home Skid round there now, with the clip filled to the brim Tryna spill a mans juice, like i just spilled out my drink If i back the cheffings you know im tryna k** when i ching f** all of the p**yhole cops and free all my n***as in the bin Gimme the drop, man will go take that journey Add that K on the opps, tryna leave man #curly Got groupies all on man cah they heard about gang them gyal too thirsty I walk past gyal on the roads and they stop and whisper 'I swear that's 30' f** HMP dumb pigs try do man dirty Chrome 9mil on my hand co*k back man hold that sturdy Or run man down with the blade tryna stain up mans new jersey Don't come round me with your bricks cah i'll get man down for a birdy Get man down on a ride chest up the ting click clack bang Mans been lurky slide round there with the dagger im 2 man deep with the scrams Ching mans head, ching mans head wid my ramsey make juice spill down my hand Like they dont want smoke, they dont want conflict with man nah they dont want war with gang Like f** 10 toes, f** 10 toes with the skeng man get round there in a van Man still dont lack, 17 inch on my waist mans still putting work with the rams Like free up grills, free up grills in the jail house got 12 years in the can Man chat on the phone, man bust jokes with bro said he nearly done 6 soon land Man know bout skengs, 2 dum dums in the gauge spin ting 6 shots in the python Link KK, big fat ting on his waist bally on and u know i got my ting Mans B-Side, 785 thats gang thats hashtag drillers and violence I can't get grabbed, hid from the chopper in the air and i had to dip low from the sirens Done talk part 3 done told man already stop talkin K on the B are you lost no dirt these n***as are boring And how are my G's getting bagged i think these n***as informing Say nuttin mans dishin out corn then no heads up i ain't givin no warnings Pull up on who, skid round where, foot on the pedal there skrring Glide on the B man spin that round bare back road route diversions Real sh** fam its not just verses Kway back been puttin that work in Them man are 16 plate gangsters long time man shoulda got birded [BSide KK] Ill get man down, we can bet like a bookies Make him drown in his blood, hes already a p**y Mans out on your block with the skeng, tryna turn man zoobies And i got the zombie shank im a zombie man when i bore through his hoodie Murder one will be the outcome if you let the devil them boogie f** your dead up friend he turned cookie f** the opps they get bullied Dip man up with the jookie I was in the trap with bro, while you was in the [?] Like, man a bust shots ten toes, and, man a bust shots in the p**y Like you come catch man slippin but the skengs done [?] Heard ill sprint [?], you're some f**in athletes Curl up dip up stretch man out, then i burn my tracky Cruisin in the whip, my man try ram in the back g He slammed in the car, he slammed in the car, i jumped out the back seat I backed out my sammy He crashed like a patty And thats not the start, they're always in cars tryna cars or do dasheen Samurai swords and handguns, dot dots black blades im happy We run lewi not them, look i been known as a lewi hot head B-Side gang are the f**ing problem You ain't been about cah u know ur options Big man chill u dont wanna drop dead 20 23 and you ain't got bread Trip up and get cheffed These dickheads [?] when i step Buckfiddy cuts wid that chets Theres no silly punks in my set Man will give you one in your chest I dont milly rock or two-step I just [?] wid my skeng Theres no f**ing [?] its just press [?] pack got me leaning mense Man get whacked if you're screaming M Two man deep live corn on peds Dont ask me why im beefing them Ask them man why they're feeling stressed