Tizzy Gang - Hurt lyrics

T-shirt with a stain on
Gravestone with your name on
When it's flame on
Headback buss, squirting juice, not pus
Face flat, eating dust, in Tree I trust
For any one of them, I'll do that stuff
If you think you're rough, dem ting is a must
I ain't tryna hold back, pick up the bally
And ride and smoke that

I don't wanna write
I just wanna rap and fight
Blaze skeng in the night
Come through on a hype on a big bike
Beep and skrrt, them man ain't on our side
Get hurt
Gyal dem feeling the team, so they flirt
Cats dem holla cuh man ah got dirt
Me, T and JB be doing dirt
Me, T and Ego on the shirt
Me, T and Shifman on the works
Me, T and MI and Splurt
Plotting on something, his belly did hurt
If I've got that ting and he says that word
Guess what? You're getting burst
Bun up, every day run up
If we see a pagan, temperature tun up
Roll with the darg but I'm
Worse when I'm one-up

T-shirt with a stain on
Gravestone with your name on
When it's flame on
Headback buss, squirting juice, not pus
Face flat, eating dust, in Tree I trust
For any one of them, I'll do that stuff
If you think you're rough, dem ting is a must
I ain't tryna hold back, pick up the bally
And ride and smoke that

Know what it is niggas don't know what it is
Real niggas know what it ain't
No lie, I skrrt all-black, put in my work
Dirt, you know what is
Don't care what it was
Niggas better know what it is
Real niggas know what I'm on no lie, I skate
If a nigga moving bait
One two move, then I'm gone
I ain't new to the road
This stick is immune to the cold
Real niggas stay true to the code
No tunes for the bold
Man ah move loose at the pole
And the money recoups and it goes
These loops in the holes
Niggas still losing the flow
So we jump out, shoot, then we go
Blew two, nigga, whoa
From the other side of the road
My niggas ride in the cold

New meaning, same solo movements
Do road with a coat and an exclusive
Slide right through
Left man with two bruises
He wiped down 2 2 lips
Real recognise real, so keep your eyes peeled
You've got a little money
Do you wanna ride still?
Course not, get a young boy, bill a line
Then walk off
Tryna find out where to wrap a next raw box
They don't really talk much perfect
Catch me backseat swerving
Read the book, the great gats be working
Not man v food, strap v person
I been looking at alternates
They think I don't know what a curb is
Like I wasn't tryna bring the whole curb in
After 3 Is the New 6
Guarantee they let the third in
Already frontliner, front pager
I'll front you work, I'll do you a favour
I might have a new distribution
Ring me up, I'll make you a major
I'm gonna die when I die
So I don't really care about older or braver
Anyone can go for a wager
And I don't know how my night's gonna end
But my life ain't made up
Needed to go, so I stacked, then I saved up
Spent that, made it back, brought her make-up
Trinidad, but I might chill in Jamaica
Chill with some real life living soul takers
Know where I come from
Still where I come from
Real where I come from
Copper and steel for the dum dons
I don't want a wheel, I want four
So I can hop out the sliding doors