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stop talking - b side (785) lyrics

[chorus: ghost]
man wanna talk ’bout guns, man wanna talk ’bout action (just chatty)
bare hashtags, no bodies why chat lies for a caption? (why lie?)
in and out of da block for the cash
anything that i see, must grab them (man grab them)
enemies that drop, just stab them (just stab them)
’bout you come to the b, stop chatting
man wanna talk ’bout guns, man wanna talk ’bout action (just chatty)
bare hashtags, no bodies why chat lies for a caption? (why lie?)
in and out of da block for the cash
anything that i see, must grab them (just grab them)
enemies that drop, just stab them (just stab them)
’bout you come to the b, stop chatting

[verse 1: kk]
two man deep on a bike, man don’t know about cautions (no)
ring-ring, trap in ghetts with tizz, hit bando till 6 in the morning (trappy)
demons f-ck with my conscience, man bring a problem, man get it sorted (sick)
feds on kk but i don’t say names, got me feeling like i’ve been haunted (no names)
ch don’t come to the side, he loves his life, looks like he’s been snorting (jokeman)
if taze pulls up in a ride. he’s gonna think ’bout the last time we saw him (remeber that?)
same time with rugez in the ride, guns in the ride, who are you fooling? (ha)
who was running on the lane? i got the car keys last time i caught him (jokeman)
i done what i did for la, get the load down, them man bored him (dip-dip)
you can laugh at the dead but same time no one got touched on that poor performance
if the white come sh-t like yb i don’t buy that cos that sh-ts appalling (dead up)
any opp come man’ll get bun, man’ll get dip with borings (boom-baw)
my n-ggas don’t run, you pulled out your gun
i see dem straps bussing like walkers
they ain’t onto the beef, i’m onto these neeks
looks like they’re running from stalkers (ha)
can’t wonder the streets might bump into b, see yourself cutting them corners (skeeting)
music might make you look cool, but the badness runs in the waters (gang)

[verse 2: dizz]
kick off the door to your mums like where is the money and the grub? (where’s the money?)
come to your block with da gang, i beg a man please don’t run (don’t run)
dem man talk too much, these times ain’t squeezed on none (stop talking)
i be sitting in the trap, begging the police don’t come
turning food into funds (bands)
more money that means more guns
b9 coming in chrome, dot-dot all coming in rust (rusty)
that b-tch deader than me, i don’t think i’m gonna f-ck (no)
i make her just break down dem stones, then i go re-re the dust (whip-whip)
like gimme a sim and a phone and i’mma get that line ringing
got a 2 in a q or both and i ain’t going home till it’s finished (man trappy)
man do road with trappers, man do road with drillers
the plug he be showing me love me, i get it for the low and flip it (gang, gang)

- b side 785 lyrics

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