Horrid1, Savo, Digga D - Bine lyrics
[Horrid1, Savo, Digga D - Bine lyrics]
Brrrrr, bang, bang
Yo, CGM, Huncho, Sav'o, Digga
Ayy, imagine, oi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rush them with that gun, we come and shoot, move (HL8)
Baow, bro, suck your mudda, yeah
Yo, yo, yo (HL8)
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine, bine, bine, bine (Brr)
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine (Brr)
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime, my slime (Brr)
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side guy
Said she love one man, gunman
That roll with he and give the boy Santan
And at the back of the ped, fling lead, one hand
I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can
Shooters, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (Yeah)
One-nine, one-one rugars, clips filed with tea (Yeah)
Come back, two first, broad day (Yeah, yeah)
White skin, brownin', ruthless (Grr)
Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot
I see how much man get shot (Grrt, bow)
For my nineteenth, **** got caught and shot
For my twentieth, two got shot and they shocked (Bap, bap)
I see the USA takin' the piss out of knifes (Ah?)
Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah)
On civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (Don't listen)
You think lookin' is wise? Cool, look then
Most ain't the same when they see Rack shook them
No bikes, circle the **** on my foot then
**** got stressed, they don't know who took them
**** got cheffed, catch captain and hook them
Goin' on a glide with the guys, don't be shook then
Before swingin' my knife, I was beatin' up guys
Used to see **** streets and whoop them
Circle the **** with a nine at nine (Brr)
Tryna find them guys, fill 'em up with nine (Bine)
Crocodile teeth and they defo' gon' bite
They're nothing like I, that's twenty-plus time (Yeah)
Left the ****, head straight to the ****
That's a four days work, I ain't workin' no lidge job
Everyone that I beef, already got picked on
Multiple names been ticked off (Grrah-bah)
They say Hunch gets Horrid when pissed off
I could talk 'bout victims, talk 'bout kitchens
Enough of them nanks been rinsed off
And they know that the mash gets clicked off
Yeah, I'm good with my hands
Came through with a bang, I smacked **** in a chip shop (Pussy)
And they tried put racks on AP
They must've been talkin' a wristwatch
Yo, up the pole, let 'em know how we roll on a Rolls
I've got several man down, yes, on my own (Bow, bow)
We got a pack, don't tell no one, not a soul
He got shot in his neck and back, why you think we callin' Whoosh?
Had to let man know (Brr)
On a six double O and I might just blow
Free bro 'cah he done got nicked, two poles
Still cheff man down on the wing
That's more than a soul
(J'S, J'S)
Put A on AP if he try drive-by
I'll make corn fly, he can hold that bine
I'm brekky like Rack, get five in the chest
If you ain't got a vest than you might just die
You ain't in the T but why?
Your life is a mess, you're broke, go get on your grind
Splash, splash, man do it with Splash
Or you can get hit with the side by side (Brat brat)
Halloween season, tryna take your pumpkin
You want score, 7.62s and run them
Blrrd, blrrd, are you frontin'
They say I'm sheisty like Pooh, don't trust him
So much beef on my plate, I ain't tryna gain weight
But like a fat kid, I love it
Which one's gonna get more pooch?
Not whip on the jewels
Either way, I got all types of rubbers
You want the revolver? Ain't takin' no risk
I'm tappin' it raw, bare backin' the spins
I'm chokin' a brownin', strangle the bitch
Trust Yosh got the wheel when I jump out the whip
I'm out front in the field with Striker
Kids put sauce on my blade or I'm lettin' it rip
Kick the bitch out my crib, she ain't lettin' me hit
About dead that beef, we ain't settlin' shit
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (Grr), bine, bine, bine
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (Grr), my slime
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (Grr), bine, bine, bine
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (Grr), my slime
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side
(HL8)
(Man like, man like Ron, you know)
(LJS on the beat)
(HL8)
Yo, CGM, Huncho, Sav'o, Digga
Ayy, imagine, oi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rush them with that gun, we come and shoot, move (HL8)
Baow, bro, suck your mudda, yeah
Yo, yo, yo (HL8)
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine, bine, bine, bine (Brr)
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine (Brr)
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime, my slime (Brr)
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side guy
Said she love one man, gunman
That roll with he and give the boy Santan
And at the back of the ped, fling lead, one hand
I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can
Shooters, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (Yeah)
One-nine, one-one rugars, clips filed with tea (Yeah)
Come back, two first, broad day (Yeah, yeah)
White skin, brownin', ruthless (Grr)
Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot
I see how much man get shot (Grrt, bow)
For my nineteenth, **** got caught and shot
For my twentieth, two got shot and they shocked (Bap, bap)
I see the USA takin' the piss out of knifes (Ah?)
Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah)
On civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (Don't listen)
You think lookin' is wise? Cool, look then
Most ain't the same when they see Rack shook them
No bikes, circle the **** on my foot then
**** got stressed, they don't know who took them
**** got cheffed, catch captain and hook them
Goin' on a glide with the guys, don't be shook then
Before swingin' my knife, I was beatin' up guys
Used to see **** streets and whoop them
Circle the **** with a nine at nine (Brr)
Tryna find them guys, fill 'em up with nine (Bine)
Crocodile teeth and they defo' gon' bite
They're nothing like I, that's twenty-plus time (Yeah)
Left the ****, head straight to the ****
That's a four days work, I ain't workin' no lidge job
Everyone that I beef, already got picked on
Multiple names been ticked off (Grrah-bah)
They say Hunch gets Horrid when pissed off
I could talk 'bout victims, talk 'bout kitchens
Enough of them nanks been rinsed off
And they know that the mash gets clicked off
Yeah, I'm good with my hands
Came through with a bang, I smacked **** in a chip shop (Pussy)
And they tried put racks on AP
They must've been talkin' a wristwatch
Yo, up the pole, let 'em know how we roll on a Rolls
I've got several man down, yes, on my own (Bow, bow)
We got a pack, don't tell no one, not a soul
He got shot in his neck and back, why you think we callin' Whoosh?
Had to let man know (Brr)
On a six double O and I might just blow
Free bro 'cah he done got nicked, two poles
Still cheff man down on the wing
That's more than a soul
(J'S, J'S)
Put A on AP if he try drive-by
I'll make corn fly, he can hold that bine
I'm brekky like Rack, get five in the chest
If you ain't got a vest than you might just die
You ain't in the T but why?
Your life is a mess, you're broke, go get on your grind
Splash, splash, man do it with Splash
Or you can get hit with the side by side (Brat brat)
Halloween season, tryna take your pumpkin
You want score, 7.62s and run them
Blrrd, blrrd, are you frontin'
They say I'm sheisty like Pooh, don't trust him
So much beef on my plate, I ain't tryna gain weight
But like a fat kid, I love it
Which one's gonna get more pooch?
Not whip on the jewels
Either way, I got all types of rubbers
You want the revolver? Ain't takin' no risk
I'm tappin' it raw, bare backin' the spins
I'm chokin' a brownin', strangle the bitch
Trust Yosh got the wheel when I jump out the whip
I'm out front in the field with Striker
Kids put sauce on my blade or I'm lettin' it rip
Kick the bitch out my crib, she ain't lettin' me hit
About dead that beef, we ain't settlin' shit
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (Grr), bine, bine, bine
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (Grr), my slime
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side
Jump up the whip with no bine, bine, bine (Grr), bine, bine, bine
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, grr, nine, nine, nine
AP and Rack, that's my slime, slime (Grr), my slime
Two with one and they both got done with the side guy, side
(HL8)
(Man like, man like Ron, you know)
(LJS on the beat)
(HL8)