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still sinning - sin squad lyrics

[intro]
gang sh*t
free all the gs
sinners
sin squad step
f*ck the opps
sinners
get it f*cking correct
we don’t lie on tracks
ching
gunner

[verse 1 * gp]
old school days with sin squad
man used to lurk with the fl!cks (sinners)
dusty pedal bike
man used to pray that my chain don’t rip
shh got drenched too much
should’ve stayed up to swimming in (yuck)
talk bout dirt on the lane
these times the lane does serious hits
masked up looking all gang
sin on the six love shh on his cl!ck
there’s about ten dons on the opp block
still ban for a n*gga that slips
four man up in a hot box
i’m riding with men not kids (not kids)
four man up in a hot box
plus two bags short and thick
life’s a b*tch, do a man dirty if you f*ck with six
if you ain’t involved, stay at home
‘cah me and boy put corn in clips
my little bro black, strappеd in the trap
while you was at home and sh*t
latе nights up in the t house
playing with a hobo grow and cling
h*lla bad b’s wan’ link up
but i ain’t in it the mixup
big bro just copped two 9s of nose
he didn’t even ask for a picture
back to the spot, pick up a cloth
put that sh*t where the bits are
trap phone bling, constant ring
now he’s putting things on my insta
po bop we make her gwop
slap shop on any man’s block
so what if he busses his block
note some snizz that will drench man’s top
drench man’s top then slide right off
splash man down from his head to his socks
splash man down from his head to his socks

[verse 2 * uncs]
flyboy gang, not fbg
i’m with double o, he ain’t gd
chocolate darling, custard creams
in love with the park lane gs
sin squad lurk, step on your turf, ah
blacked out like [?]
now i mean like gp
4 door skrt, them man disperse
sin squad lurk, serious dirt, ah
should’ve got left in the dirt
like war is war are you ready
donny got caught at the aves like ready
[…] defending your block like terry
sin squad pull up and them man dash
four door whip pullin’ up at aves k
all these long plaits
they’re clear like mad max
sin squad raps, serious facts
when we pull up, the opps them dash
sick in my head, you know i’m mad
four door whip pulling up with rams
four door whip pulling up with rams

[verse 3 * kayykayy]
my laners bop, my sinners step
slide ’round there drench man who’s next (who who?)
i swear that day was ments
one more poke and he would’ve been dead
you don’t want to see three man in a four door
or four man on two stolen peds
that’s nothing but serious sinners with swords and spinners tryna’ crash again
it’s intense, couldn’t get him so we got his friend
four door pull up and them man jet
they leave their friends, we could never be like them
sin squad slide with swords and skengs
swords and skengs tryna get an opp wet
countless times on the opp block
moretime when we leave it’s stress
i remember living in the pagan ends
i had like three or four pagan friends
still done drills on my pagans then
still get love from my pagan gems
step ’round there like f*ck it
i warn’ get close and touch him
uncs just screamed out “bun him!”
six just screamed out “russian”
ain’t seen jakes so we’re cuttin’
sin squad splashed out more than a dozen
park lane bop tryna’ cause a reduction
drench man’s top ’till the boy can’t function
do up an opp no frontin’
you can act all violent on the net
in reality it’s frue
step ’round there like who’s on who
pull up on your block they get found in queue
four door pull up they have no clue (none)
no names on tracks
really put these guys on the news
shhh

- sin squad lyrics

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