S.O.G.O - Silent, Dopesmoke, 67

I heard that they’re having drink ups

Come we go link up, and show them what’s poppin'

Run up on me, and you must have a death wish

Check this, this guy’s—

Pedal bike ting till my hand nearly bruck

Never gave me a fuck when I was lurking on them

Opp block tour, we don’t need no sat nav

That’s double M, no Mixtape Madness

Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine

Swing, ying, I love them knives

Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time»

Free Double S, that’s bro for life

Ridin', come we ride, it’s light

Glidin', we seek, thy hide

Do you ride for yours?

'Cah I ride for min

We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life

I still put shh in a rizla

How many opps turned swisher?

I been smoking Stompy all day

Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up

Where’s my man?

He’s missin'

I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked

Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger

We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard

I heard that they’re having drink ups

Come we go link up, and show them what’s poppin' (Wagwan?)

They got broski riding losses, while I’m outside tryna score in his **** (Yeah)

Still in the bando, tryna make profit

Whip it and lock it, chop it and shot it (Scrape that)

Show me the angle

I show you the handle and finish the problem

Run up on me, and you must have a death wish (You're crazy)

Check this, this guy’s **** (Dead)

Back of the part where the mash get tested (Boom)

My knife work cray, I don’t know 'bout fencing (I don’t)

Pop them door, best hop them fences (Best run)

Try have heart, that’s your story ended (Dead up)

Chest shot, you need more than lemsip

Spillt nuff juice, and I ain’t talkin' a beverage

Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine

Swing, ying, I love them knives

Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time»

Free Double S, that’s bro for life

Ridin', come we ride, it’s light

Glidin', we seek, they hide

Do you ride for yours?

'Cah I ride for mine

We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life

I still put shh in a rizla

How many opps turned swisher?

I been smoking Stompy all day

Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up

Where’s my man?

He’s missin'

I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked

Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger

We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard

Talk on AD, you’re gonna get wet

Talkin' on Sav was the cause of his death

He bucked YK 'cah we got ****

Still talk on trips, how many been cheffed?

(How many?)

Pedal bike ting till my hand nearly bruck

Never gave me a fuck when I was lurking on them

Sittin' on them flesh, and I’m purgin' on them

You know it gets long when we’re lurkin' on them

Opp block tour, we don’t need no sat nav

That’s a double M, no Mixtape Madness

Free Double S, G. I, and Mad Miz

Me and VD, that’s hashtag cramp tin (Free him)

Hold the petrol when we walk through **** (Man walk that)

They say I’m a threat to life

But guess they’re right (They're right)

'Cah we put them in a damp spliff, chattin'

It’s us who’s turned up Lambeth

Suns out, guns out, bring out the bine

Swing, ying, I love them knives

Told Jets «It's patience, everything’s time»

Free Double S, that’s bro for life

Ridin', come we ride, it’s light

Glidin', we seek, they hide

Do you ride for yours?

'Cah I ride for mine

We’re playing for keeps in the streets, it’s life

I still put shh in a rizla

How many opps turned swisher?

I been smoking Stompy all day

Safe, my man’s got me all twiss up

Where’s my man?

He’s missin'

I guess he should’ve kept his ting tucked

Can’t see them in the flesh, man linger

We’re outside, tryna score like Lingard

(NRG made this one)

(Ay, Risers, this is hard)