The Coldest Link Up, Pt. 2 (feat. Doublelz, S Wavey, Tiny Syikes, Mr Affiliate, Onefour, Trizzac, Ps Hitsquad & Pete & Bas)

Ay yo, Tweekz
It sounds cold
Ay Sebz
Sebz Beats baby
I swear they were askin' for a part two
Scratch mixed it

I can tell you 'bout points I've scored on the pitch
I was only fifteen when I slid with the strizz (Bow)
Gigantic dots in the back of the whizz (Ay)
Tryna crash anyone that lacks on the strip (Ay)
All my paigons do is diss
They ain't done a thing since Lampz got hit
Chinged up shh with my fifteen inch (Bow)
That's real rap, no cap or fibs
Headshot, chest shot, leg shot (Bow)
Double tap shotguns, leave you with a red top, head top (Ay)
Slide tryna see what your end's on, end of
Car door pop and the opps get stepped on (Bow)
That was me in the back of that car
Lingerin' around, watchin' opps get crept on (Ay)
I don't wanna go back to the wing (Ay)
Runnin' in cells, tryna plug man's head top (Bow, bow)

Boom
My young G fed up with OT
All he wanna do is crash it (True)
Them man have got no P's
Can't even talk 'bout hammers (Wha'?)
See us on the main road
I can show you 'bout blammings (Skudududu)
M&S and chargie
That's a whole load of crashings (Boom)
.44, kick it on this back road
Man United cah the old ting Rashford (True)
Where I come from, A Town
Next door, that's 410, Crashers (Wha'?)
Yeah, the opps love chattin'
Real life, them man just wankers (Haha)
If I wield this dots or back this trey
I can show you 'bout plankin' (Boom)

Trappin', stackin'
Rubber bands get stack up (Stack that)
Trap Stack, how many packs get wrap up? (Wrap up)
I got a peng ting watchin' me bag up (Bag that)
And she knows that my trap does numbers
They don't do nuttin', they're average
Trap's been doin' up loads today
I might make a peng ting bag this (Bag that)
Man just backed out ten in cash on bro
Then he went and backed out twenty (Cash)
And he knows that I could've had that
But my last sit back was messy (Mad)
Been in the streets all day
Been a while since a man watched telly
I ain't seen bro for a while, he's low
Cah the public step that he did got tekky (Fam, it got ments)

(Heard my man)
Heard my man was sayin' he couldn't understand a word I said
They tryna stay relevant
So they wanna taste my sauce cah Chuks is a beg
Oliver Twist, you can't have some more
Runnin' away, you ain't secure
Bully the kid, now, Russ with the Russ tryna Adolf Hitler
Beat like Jamma, man get bad up
Ain't on piss, you're loser
Man just squish up, bro-bro pull up
Big dog like Clifford
I am too savage for your liking
On a gun ting and you're hiding
You are too childish for my liking
Don't know why man's even replying

If they ain't bleedin', you ain't leavin' (No way)
Three points to the family's greavin' (Uhh)
They ain't scored since '016 (Nah)
What do you mean? They can never be even (Never)
It's odd, to think we call them opps, they dogs (Uhh-huh)
They run off and let their mates get chopped
Like, ching and then bop (Boppin')
But I'm way too kuku
Drills on drills, I got me a loose screw
They want clout
We send them out to the ER
Then right back to the newsroom (Haha)
And my vet boy handin' out dogs shots (Bow)
Kickin' it off like WiFi Hotspot
Jump on 'em like we play hopscotch
They did nothin' that night they got chopped

Free all the members up on detention (Free 'em up)
I got way too many to mention
Free Fred, he's doin' a stretch
'Cause he didn't sing like One Direction (No way)
Violent men with violent intentions (Drillers)
Still smoke boys for my section (Bop, bop)
They doin' drill for attention (Ay)
Scored on George lad and they left him
But, we keep that shit on the D-low (No talkin')
'Round here, gotta stick to the G code (Shh, shh)
Still tryna find them boys like Nemo
And put him on a shirt like Tino (Haha)
Ay, so that side can't chat 'bout mugs
Same day, when bro there took that L
Step 'round there, everyone got touched

(Trizzla)
Chase him, grab him, sweep him, hold him (Ay, get him)
I swear I'm beefin' some jokemen (Huh)
I love lurkin', we'll soak him
P done slapped it, now he's boastin'
Give me verbal, that's fine (It's okay, it's okay)
I'm sure K2 will poke him
And I swear I really don't mind
I don't smoke but I will smoke him (Bow)
On Snap, them man abusin', losin'
'Cause they ain't doin' no bootings (None)
Them man ain't pokin', them man are bruisin' (Shit)
Opp block tour with gang, do cruisin' (I'm with gang)
Phone LV, rang bro, he usin' (Free him up)
Phone LR, which one he choosin'? (LR baby)
North ting, she light, thick and Cuban
Sometimes Snoopy bein' a nuisance

Stop assumin' (Stop that)
How can they rap? They're losin'
Ha, must be fumin' cah ever since GB got-got
I ain't heard no one shootin'
Skid 'round but no one's bootin'
Still skid 'round 'til no one's movin'
And I got paper, I need more clips (Oh shit)
To pattern them loose ones (Brrap)
Most man can't even chat 'bout hits
ITV, that's what Bruce on (Oh shit)
Trainers, bro's got amazin' kicks
But they ain't no Louboutins (Brrap, brrap)
Don't make me go ape in this bitch
I know you know what the Zoo's on (Oh shit)

And I'm workin' numbers
Nine iron to the nut does wonders (Yeah)
Call from the runners
Quick dip, duck down to the dungeon
What you gonna do if I snatch your chain? (Nuffin')
What you gonna do when the boys jump
out of the back of the Range? (Nuffin')
And I'm still here with a fag and a beer
And a rock in my ear, with a pound of the gear
And the feds in the rear, and a hand on the gear
And I'm out, I'm duckin'
Big boys at the function (Yeah)
Tell me, who got gumption

(Yeah)
Back off the bing get down on the ground (Nah)
Kickin' off rounds
Six holes in the door of the van (Bam)
Whip it out the phone line can in me hands (Yeah)
You ain't callin' a man, nah
Get your face on the ground
Remember back when we had the MAC 10's
It weren't a TEC then
We grabbed the packs
And ran 'round the back and then dashed 'em (Bam)
Remember back when we had the cars unlocked
Now the bars are locked
Down there by the docks, got the drops and then stashed 'em (Bam)

Ay Sebz, it sounds cold