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no hook 2.0 - 156 x agb x 12anti lyrics

it’s madarabeats
madara
look

[verse 1: madmax]
rapid response with my tapers
get man down, some serious shavers (shh)
man two man step to the block with pairs
but that block come way too vacant (dead up)
he try slide on the n? that’s a dangerous statement
10/10 rosé flavours (man smoke that)
long time i ain’t shaved it
dig it, they had me locked down in them rusty cages (free ’em up, free ’em up)
i still step with my bl!ckity*bl!ck, but i’m with 2 g*s when i camp them sides (n*ggas know)
i don’t see no guys when i’m out on a ride, and that yute got hit with the .9 (bop*bop)
big mac, no regular fries, we got big waps when we go on a glide (big ones)
foot chase, gotta’ cut from the swine, i ain’t trynna’ go back to xabsi tonight (i can’t)
close one eye like fetty, now watch it rip when i’m dressed in disguise (man close that)
anytime we ride, how many man got chinged by the guys? (how many?)
he took bro tee, now rose is high, breezo got hit in the back but don’t ride
step to the block then chrissy got fried, more than 20 man over there’s been knifed (shh, shh)
[verse 2: t.scam]
a hundred and ten on the m way, fling it in s, i don’t know about gears (skrr)
i went jail, came home with a beard, came home, let it rip, now i think that they’re scared (grr)
i appeared and he disappeared, no jammer it’s perfectly engineered (uh*uh)
them man gossip ’bout us it’s weird, fry him like steak, well done not seared (bow*bow)
jump out bait of the ding dong with a ching chong
we fence back and forth like ping pong (ching)
he was sh*t and my rams was huge like king kong, let’s pray that he don’t sing songs (rrrr)
active gangin’, pull up and cabbage, we do things they don’t think of (grr pow)
active gangin’, pull up and cabbage, we do things they don’t think of (glee)
i got down s cah’ he talks like a badman, i’m a badman, grab man then stab man (haha)
it ain’t on me, it’s in baes handbag, wap, shanks, the dinger is ram packed
spin that block like feds no stop and search, man stop and pack that (pack that)
fling that corn from a hatchback, if it weren’t us it was anti, 156 or the ashraq (grr)

[verse 3: workrate]
can’t talk ’bout works’, that’s a disrespect
if you throw l’s up, that’s what i expect
say the right word and hit the wrong nerve
we attempt that pack when we skid it on them
take that right turn and rev that on kerb
dismount or decamp, come and hold this chef
always got the right verse and i’m clockin’ his worth
know it’s nothing but facts when the pad touch pen
know it’s nothing but facts, we’re on serious stuff
lurking, purging, that’s a frequent hunt
if we clock that face, f*ck somebody’s son
‘cah we’re bussing our guns, or we inject some
how many drills got done by i and mine?
right now, say numerous ones
n*ggas know 6gang, we throw l’s down
how many drowned and done swam in a pond?
i know you know that we got down kellz (do that, do that)
we kept chingin’ till’ we made him melt
me, s and abz did that as well (do that)
free sav from the 12, three nanks he felt (bow)
but this beef ain’t done, are you f*ckin’ dumb?
so me and chingdat did that as well (do that)
rose is gone, he’s stuffed in skunk
but i’ll step right now if i get intel
[verse 4: abzsav]
i love commotion, i love the lotion (suwoo)
i love the sweet ones, i love the parties (woo)
i love the slidin’, i put in mileage (woo)
the opps are cryin’, the war is frying (woo)
their peeps are dyin’, the men there lying
we showed the whole world it’s only timin’
just stop the piping, just stop the typing
can’t wait to sight him, can’t wait to knife him (k)
like yo, i don’t know who them boy think they are
i stepped in the stone with a star in my palm (pow*pow)
like dawg, can you really take a walk in my park?
like yo, can you really take a walk in these streets? (ah man)
stop takin’ them pics when we in the c*rs*at
man trynna’ pop smoke in your’ polo, g
two packs in a day, all eyes on we
i swing my ramzy, like i’m playing wii (swing, swing)

[verse 5: bankroll]
he said he want war with his gun, and don’t use it (d*ckhead)
i roll with these waps, and i use it (bow)
prove it, please stop talking these bootings
who you think is doing these ladbroke grove shootings? (who?)
wait, you must be stupid
my man can’t lift up his top (no way)
cuz’ that sight is more than gruesome (ugh)
that sight is a horrid one
who’s that opp right there? (where?)
i’m like bro, what, where?
pass me the dotty, let me just fling it (bap)
fling it, hop back in and then swerve
little a backstrap, i’m burst
spill juice like maggie, ‘been putting in work (of course)
his girl love me, ‘been doin’ up twerk (hah)
don’t speak on the gang, or you might get burst (woo)
and don’t ask me who have i shot? man the convo’s done right there
it was the bottom of bello where rhieso got his ass bun right there (bop*bop)
and i assisted that drill on that monkey, with my gb*s near powis square
them 357 got powers, but the bells do come f*cking rare (grrr)

- 156 x agb x 12anti lyrics

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