RV, Kwengface, PS Hitsquad - Times Three lyrics

My young boy wanna do drills
Tryna be like me when I was his age
I used to get 'round there
And try shave man's head
I ain't talking 'bout skin fades
I move weight from my trap phone
I don't really care 'bout gym day
When I say I'm a savage
It's more than the name of my mixtape
All the points that I've scored on the field
I should be 99 on FIFA
He thinks she's a keeper 'till he
Found out that RV jeet her
I would spend years in a cell if I
Get nicked with the ting in my trunks
Might go coo' and grab that beater
Now I got a beam on my hand like Frieza

Hope somebody trippy, I'll leave man red
Hit'squad step get it correct
Man just pull up and leave man wet
Riding, got a theme park on deck
Hit'squad, everyone knows my set
Show him hell with the kitchen
My team got chefs
Do it like Kweng, lean and shoot
If it weren't Bruce or Bruski
Then it was probably YK or Snoop
If he rides, I'm riding too, no
I don't ask YG or who
And I don't know nuttin' 'bout sponsors
But I still scream free DSQ free DSQ

Bae said let someone else go out that food
Why always you?
Two hands when I lean and shoot
Got two hands when I bruck this food
Splash man down in my jeans
Now they look like DSQ's
I'm in O with strategic moves
I'm just tryna do me, not you
I got gyaldem callin' me cute
But I'm a crash bandit
38, baby Bruce ain't lazy, PS rise and tap it
Anything opp can have it
Tragic, Pecknarm's here, don't panic
Anything opp can have it
Tragic, Pecknarm's here, don't panic

Four door truck anytime man step
Won't see RV on no Vespa
Anytime my trigger finger itches
I know it ain't 'cause I got eczema
I put wraps on scales, any waps on sale
I'm a good investor
Used to go park and test it
Now I just take it there for a tester
I just wanna stack my papers
Even though I rap and I'm famous
Still see opps and back my shavers
Better just run, don't act courageous
Make man curl up like a pack of Quavers
Bitch said that the beef ting childish
Me and my son got matching trainers

Look, don't act like a arse cah
Man get slapped like a arse
Pull swords out like Anglo-Saxons
Man turn pack from the anglo arms
Or, man just lean and pop like a elbow drop
Man angled the arms
No bang to bang man bang on the arm, shit
Have man chatting to God
No, I ain't making no diss songs
Just run up in Choice like I want that
I want his one
I like backs, I like big bums, lighties
I like brownings and thick ones
We ride with them big guns
Strapped up, no seatbelt, we crash this one
Nigga Hit'squad

Tell them it's Brexit
If you ain't in it or with it
Then best hit that exit
I been up in cunch, trappin' for months
Only right that I'm flexin'
Now feds tryna do me for PWITS
Tryna link me to tex'es
Bro said the wrong thing so I cheffed him
Lurk and pivot
On the M way hitting a hundred with a bad
B and she think I wan' kill it
Yo, I just see feds in
The ends spinning ahead
I ain't holding a spinach
They know us man be the
Realest, drillers and chingers
Us man did it