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conspiracy - 30 (bside) lyrics

[intro: producer tag and samples]
siberia
i’m really concerned about the recent homicides that we’ve had
indiscriminately, they -ssault and threaten innocent people
we’ve been hearing that more people are being murdered in london than new york
it’s not rare to see it on write every shift that we come into that somebody will have been stabbed

[chorus]
these opps, cops, thots, they still tryna cuff me (cuff me)
free up django, free up sosa, free up k!ller and bucky (free the gang)
she dice up grub and hold man’s skengs, now, she feelin’ lucky (lucky)
b on her face, shank on her waist, still tryna do a man ugly (do ‘im)
these opps, cops, thots, they still tryna cuff me (cuff me)
free up django, free up sosa, free up k!ller and bucky (free the guys)
she dice up grub and hold man’s skengs, now, she feelin’ lucky (lucky)
b on her face, shank on her waist, still tryna do a man ugly (ugly)

[verse 1]
hit and miss, them man slap corn but they shootin’ guns in the air (d-ckheads)
i still sleep good, heard there’s bands on my head ‘cuh i rob them man for a square (opps)
but i’m countin’ up all these bands, and that’s my whole plan for the year (racks)
one slip and it’s back to the wat’, first night of my -ss getting scammed on a chair
bad b wan’ do the whole gang like, “where did i find this ratchet?” (where?)
she just wan’ give neck, but i need to fly this package (fly that)
these slugs gon’ burn through your throat, like say you just skied some acid (aghh)
and the dotty come long, long like yb’s casket (ha-ha)
them man been writin’ statements, circled the block and their whole strip’s vacant (vacant)
my dargs ain’t got no patience, flicks shanks, jeet stuff in probation
how many times has my gaff been raided?
induction, kick man’s face in (bow)
that’s five months stiff on basic
freeflow ting, grip on them razors
kwenga love squeeze on triggers (bow)
tryna put them man in swishers
free all my hitters, back and forth to them legal visits
them man ain’t seen no figures, kitkat’s cluckin’, ring my digits (brr)
come serve up where my strip is, kick that door, give man the business
crash corn for the b, do it for sav like i do it for dee
anyone k hold corn for free, we press on rs and them boys dasheen
splash with the ‘migos, then i take off
trap with the cats, 24s, no days off
dip and splash, five baes and bake-off
hit them cells ’til the t house pays off (trap)

[verse 2]
have you ever stepped out of the yard, hopped in your car and moved off clueless? (clueless)
not knowing you’re a wanted man on the block, all ’cause of some stupid rumours (snitchin’)
the trident had man boxed, nowhere to go, yeah, they had man snookered
then the armed jakes grabbed man up for attempted murder and two more bootings (bow)
i ain’t tryna make one-hit love songs, man gon’ put my latex gloves on
sawn-off, bu-bu, man get dumped on
i beg man name one opp that i’ve run from
drivin’ around and scopin’ cats ‘cuh man’s got a thing for sightin’ junkies (cats)
little man wants to change his life, so he hopped on the train, now he’s flyin’ upsie (upsie)
and they got bro birded off in the can ‘cuh he copped one dots for a monkey
right now, i ain’t got nuttin’ to lose so if i was you, i would not trust me
and they got bro birded off in the can ‘cuh he copped one dots for a monkey
right now, i ain’t got nuttin’ to lose so if i was you, i would not trust me

[chorus]
these opps, cops, thots, they still tryna cuff me (cuff me)
free up django, free up sosa, free up k!ller and bucky (free the guys)
she dice up grub and hold man’s skengs, now, she feelin’ lucky (feelin’ lucky)
b on her face, shank on her waist, still tryna do a man ugly (do a man ugly)
these opps, cops, thots, they still tryna cuff me (cuff me)
free up django, free up sosa, free up k!ller and bucky (that’s gang)
she dice up grub and hold man’s skengs, now, she feelin’ lucky (lucky)
b on her face, shank on her waist, still tryna do a man ugly (ugly)
these opps, cops, thots, they still tryna cuff me
free up django, free up sosa, free up k!ller and bucky (that’s gang)
she dice up grub and hold man’s skengs, now, she feelin’ lucky (feelin’ lucky)
b on her face, shank on her waist, still tryna do a man ugly (do man proper)

- 30 bside lyrics

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