Booter Bee, Kwengface - Emergency lyrics

I score points like NBA
That's why I got grabbed by a NCA (Ghosty)
If bro liff up the 38
Headshot tryna liff up the murder rate

I score points like NBA
That's why I got grabbed by a NCA
Get 'round there, me, M
And A tryna get man down in the worst of ways
If bro liff up the 38
Headshot tryna liff up the murder rate
Turn white tees into burgundy
I got shooters there for emergency (Yo)

I put waps all over my block (I did)
The Glock 19, that's sixteen shots (Sixteen)
The sawn-off dots holds two fat slugs
Five in a 45, bro, don't act tough
Don't don't don't get brave, bring out the SK
Shoot up the estate, blue, not red tape
(Grrt) don't tempt me, put on my Tech Fleece
Jump in the S3, me Abz and SP
Which one shall I pick? I'm picky
(Which one?)
The 44's nice, but the dot's my habibti
(My love)
Feds in the back, I'm pissed if they nick me
(Pissed)
Spin back 'round like a frisbee (Spin it)
Two shotguns off my link in B-D and we
Bought a pump action of the gypsies
(Big ting) i'm a rapper
But don't confuse it before I
Leave man red like Trippie (Red)
Leave man red like carpet
Look what they started, load up the cartridge
Hang out the window, anyone slips, bro (Bap)
Crawl-crawl-crawl to the side and blast him
(Bap, bap)
He don't know it was me that slapped him
Three in a pump, eight shots in a magnum
Strapped up in the ride on a mad ting (Mad)
If anyone slips, grab him (Grab him)

I score points like NBA
That's why I got grabbed by a NCA
Get-get-get-get 'round there, me, M
And A tryna get man down in the worst of ways
If-if (Brr) -if bro liff up the 38, headshot tryna liff up the murder rate (Bap, bap) Turn white tees into burgundy (Dip-dip-dip) , I got shooters there for emergency (Woof)

Same wap GB got slapped with
I was in Circle slappin' that same pole
(True) i'm the littest in Pecks (Woof)
But Goddy too fly
So we're fuckin' the same ho
(Ayy, come here)
See I'm touchin' her arse and
Pullin' her hair, oof, it feel like Play-Doh
(Come here) kenz too tapped, he's lettin'
That slap anywhere, backroad or main road
(Bap) i I I bored up yutes with my kitchen
Bored up yutes with my flick shank too
(Dip-dip-dip)
Won't stop 'til I see some juice
Done done done me a drill
Now I'm burnin' my shoes (Oh)
Yuck man down, man's not gonna stop until I
See blood and goo (Dip-dip-dip)
Yuck-yuck man down
Man's not gonna stop until I
See blood and goo (Brr, brr) , gooey
Rip man out their Amiris
(Brr) , old days, man just do
Up your trees (Brr, brr, true)
Me-me-me and bro on the ride, we're
(Gluh) two guns up (Glah) , what you
Know about Riley and Huey? (Glah, bap)
Bro-bro-bro got the smoke in hand, man's
Steppin' outside, man's tellin' 'em
"Twos me" (True)
I just seen a black yute in
A tracksuit, now man's screamin' out
"Who's he?"

I score points like NBA
That's why I got grabbed by a NCA
Get 'round there, me
M and A tryna get man down
In the worst of ways
If-if (Brr) -if bro liff up the 38, headshot tryna liff up the murder rate (Glah, bap)
Turn white tees into burgundy
(Dip-dip-dip)
I got shooters there for emergency (Woof)

Ghosty