NKizz, Gully, BGody, Kwengface, Maresz - 6 Minutes of Hell lyrics

You know where I was
He nearly caught one from the
Demons, on the block what’s the talk about
I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I
Don’t know who did it
Get the 40s and the shotties out
Kweng Pop Smoke at your Barbie’s wiggit
Swing ‘til I have man leanin’ I ain’t
Leanin’ and they look Pisa
What’s the talk, what’s the talk about
He knows that this beef is real
Get, get get the 40s and the shotties out
What’s the talk about demons
What’s the talk about demons
NKizz ay ay (ay ay)

I don’t know why your broski left the
Game when your bro got pitched
These the same niggas that talk bare wass
Rap shit and run up their lip
I don’t know why one foe told a girl
Same day when I pierced his skin
He sent her pics of the wounds inflicted
And it was a WhatsApp ting
I’m thinking I was way too comfy when
I was living on the wing
Smoked bare weed, had a PlayStation, GTA
Scarface tings big up the hit your uncle
I didn’t take the piss bussed my door at 8am
Some days I was roaming ‘til 6
On God them days get long
I know all about it’s long
Had a TV under my mattress
Basic tings cah niggas got spun
Where was you from? Im from the slum
Somewhere with guns somewhere with cuts
We give no fucks we are some thugs
We give no fucks call man a nun
Up in December you know where I was
Ho, ho, ho I was still on the block
Shots all day quick dinner then shots
Up in December you know where I was
Ho, ho, ho I was still on the block
Shots all day quick dinner then shots

I remember when we was one
Chasing niggas it seemed so fun
Run him down with my smokers lung
I’m smoking cookie you’re smoking crumb
I’m getting money go n get you some
Run up on you won’t run you down
There’s the door you can leave right now
Fuck your bitch then I kick her out
Steady counting can’t lose my count
Stop the talk what’s the talk about
Get the 40s and the shotties out
Disrespect fam I’ll smoke you now
Fuck the charge fam I’m masked up
Spin the whip then I park up
Fuck the charge fam I’m masked up
Spin the whip then I park up
These tools essential
Somebody just pass me the petrol
I’ll burn these clothes and this rental
Man you’re talking tough I ain’t heard of you
Man just pull up, and pull it, one bullet
Have your headback bleeding
Mans tryna leave that leaking
Said he’s on me but I don’t believe him
(no way) i ain’t got no one pop
Minimum six when I dump off
Got a zombie knife in my coat
Fresh hunting knife from Soaks
Talk on my name get touched
A lot of man out here
Yeah that’s cool but a lot
Of man ain’t on much selection of guns
CrepSelect how I select this one
I see man run fam I press that
Coz they ain’t tryna get bun
I chase man down and wet that
Organs inside out
And I’m out of sight and the
Feds they on site asking questions
I bin the corn and then rev that
Man pull up where all your friends at
Bussing corn where your head at
This ain’t no food fight
Gonna drill that and ghost
Got a bad bitch tryna link up but
There so much she can’t know
I done so much road in this tracksuit
Right now I just wanna blow smoke
Right now I just wanna blow smoke

I’m a ride out fanatic
One in the ‘gage tryna blow off
His face got me overly catting
I just clocked me a opp
I swear that I can’t even
Speak I’m just overly spazzing 6 in the clip
6 in the clip tryna let it all at him
Off White got me lit lit
Got the trainers to match it
Talk on my name best talk a bit louder
Do a drill then I’m taking a shower
Coz I’m tryna get rid of this powder
Now I’m in a restaurant sipping on chowder
Old days would beat and skid
Now I’m in the trap with the B and Lizz
It was me and Soaks on the block
Really tryna sit and grease that ting
Done been a worker running that trap
Now I got a worker running my phone
And a sweet one bagging this pack
6 out of 10 mans running that back
No way like man can’t lack
Coz I’ve got opps, cops
All on me, all my on my back
Yo, my guys tryna done him and dash
Maxo really tryna turn a man pack
Two, two on me there’s 5 bills
Each so I’m making it fat
Mans kway with Jack and Jill
How much blood’s been spilt
I can talk about opps all day
But you’re gonna hear roll, and reel
(don’t censor that) do this thing for real
Man done stepped with waps for real
(grab bap)
He nearly caught one from the spinner
Driller, he knows that this beef is real
This beef ain’t fake no fucking way
That’s why Rhyno got chinged in his
And Ben got chinged in his
I’m pissed I can’t say no names

Demons i see a opp now he’s bleeding
BM Coop spin it aDHD don’t fidget
Gun on my lap I’ll fill it I’ll fill it
I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I
Don’t know who do it
Bro don’t lack for sure I’m with it
Kweng Pop Smoke at your Barbie’s wiggit
1 2’s ped i see him that’s
Holes in a opp boy gilet yo yo
Opp thots can’t chill that’s no no
Get corn in your frontal wig no
Flickie im chilling with bozos
Award for the drill no MOBO
This ain’t a movie bullets don’t
Fly no slow mo i’m preeing the rarest popo
Now bro can’t stall this Volvo drip shit
AJ’s one and my Moncler blue
On some Crip shit
And shawty’s on gang and she mean it
We pouring up Henny, lit lit
I’m plotting on opps she’s listening to
Fivio big drip big drip
Said I’m plotting on opps, she’s listening
She’s listening to Fivio big drip big drip
Demons i see a opp now he’s bleeding
BM Coop spin it aDHD don’t fidget
Gun on my lap I’ll fill it I’ll fill it
I’ll shoot and I’ll walk like I
Don’t know who do it
Bro don’t lack for sure I’m with it
Kweng Pop Smoke at your Barbie’s wiggit
1 2’s ped i see him that’s holes in a cough

Demons swing that had a paigon bleeding
I don’t care about age or region
Shaved up cats bleeding, screaming
(ay, ay, ay)
There ain’t no sleep for the wicked wicked
(there isn’t)
If I clock and spin it you might
Get hit like a ball in cricket (boom)
And I heard that his heart was in
It now CJ is a walking spirit
I told broski I’ll press you rev
(ay rev that)
I dun put my nank in a paigon, try shave
Him and I made him beg (I do)
I can’t swing and aim at leg
I’ll swing and aim for heart no Kev (I will)
Kev too many of them been cheffed
I still pop up tryna buss this lead
It was us that was there on peds
Tryna get someone spread like beds, meds
Still I gotta dodge them feds feds (ay ay)
Riding tryna shave mans hood man paint that
Good and I left that red, red
Hear for the loaf like Dage
Fuck age I’ll dig with my nank no spades
(ay dig it)
The whole team too wild like strays (boom)
We pop them doors and we backswitch blades
(boom)
Still tryna cop new teeth for the beater
(woi woi)
Yes im real good with a mash I don’t
Need to Crouch all low like Peter (I don’t)
YK tryna buck this nina
New to the streets they’re new to the
Beef so they’re still adjusting like Bieber
Swing, swing til I have man leaning I
Ain’t leaning and they look like Pisa
(swing, swing)