Exit Wounds

Scratch Mixxed it (brat)
(Two) Hitsquad
Sebz Beats Baby
Y.P.B.I (look)

On the opp block doing hide and seek
I'm with a peng t'ing in my hotel room
And the t'ing wanna fry on my weed
Chop this lizzy, fly this B, none of them tramps can ride like me (no way)
And I'm O tryna move this two pack, but I'm getting all eyes on me

Yo, four and a half of me get chopped and two's of the AM get dosed
Got beef in the streets with neeks
They been chinged and two of them ghost (low it)
My man tripped, got poked, all you wanna do is sit on post
Dem man put on a show, like none of us man been ghost (low it)

Ugh (P), slide and attack (Hitsquad)
Got two guys in the back
Riding, tryna put guys on their back
Pull out the bat, smack, knife him, if you're offside, let it slap
My guys are more tapped
Trident holding all of my guys back

Any vio, my guys getting back
Rise it, Kweng move like Greggs
Smoking dog and it's smoke guaranteed if it's Snoop and dem (oh shit)
All of them yutes are skets, push it and leave all them yutes, dem wet
Bru-bru, no meds, I call 'em JD, got shoes on decks
I don't do no threats
No, I ain't sending (nah-uh) handle the arms or Anglo Arms,
You know my shank ain't bending (come on)
Lurking, lurking, Hitsquad tryna leave mandem trending

Look at the life I live, crime I did, I spent my life offending (for real)
And that's why rhymes are offensive, PS, watering down, don't mention
Cah I ain't that, Pecknarm, where we all rolling all black
If all of my guys dem rolling and dat, tryna get packs, we zoning and dat
I was 13 tryna show that I'm bad, flick shank, 1-O for the dank
Ask what I've done, I don't wanna brag
Bro got a hole, let it blow for the gang, gang

Man's spitting the facts
There's no way they can let man through (true)
If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo
I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too

Man's spitting the facts
There's no way they could let man through
If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap)
I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs

Who you cheffed?
'Cause I swear man, it gets me mad
(Niggas wan' tweak on the 'gram and snap)
Buck when they cut when their boy gets splashed (blood)
Niggas ain't done no splashings
Your blade ain't wet man, who have you splashed? (It ain't)
Niggas go check my workrate, if suttin' gets touched then it's me they bag
I've had enough with these guys and their fucking lies
Rolling shotgun on countless rides
How many man got touched and my Rambo knife?

It was calm when I splashed down- blood
But it was better when I splashed down-
Dig it, spin it, we're taking turns
We didn't leave 'til that man looked finished
They ain't ever done suttin' so bait (they ain't)
They like ten man that's on the news
Then I sit back and laugh with my nan
I say "sad 'cause I knew that yute"

Pull up and back that Sammy out
Hella man screaming out "yo, it's Snoop"
Hella man ran for their lives
If you trip then it's shame on you (what a shame)
Niggas tried cut thru' my block
Within that week man suttin' got splashed
I ain't got gassed, they ain't ever been bad
He was with his auntie, man that's facts
Even when I backed that smoke, done that shit all bait face
Slapped that once and the wap was played
That would've been the end of - (end)

I don't give a fuck about age
Get splashing where I show disobedience
Pull up with a shank or (pap-pap), niggas dem run like it's 100 metres
LR psycho, I'm gassed not a gas bag, Capri Sun, I squeezed it
Two got shanks and sticks on deck
Don't cross me like old Jesus
Girl, you all catty with the batty, I pree'd it
Girl, you catty like Felix
Bro it back mad, she a demon
Thought let the opps do where I was seating
I give a opp so much for the speaking
Bro had to drag me back and say "leave him"
Fuck that shit, he done bent like Jason
Then I'm kway-kway with Adam not Deacon

Man's spitting the facts
There's no way they can let man through
If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo
I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too

Man's spitting the fact
There's no way they can let man through
If I touch man now, that's a touchdown, bare blood spilled, bare exit wounds
There's no place you can exit to, bang that weight, now I'm flexing boo (trap)
I'm in the bando with bankrolls, 2 G packs, one exit too