TPL, Sin Squad - Stop Check lyrics
[TPL, Sin Squad - Stop Check lyrics]
Makenobeats you think you know me?
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Don't get me confused for one of these neeks
I'll step for my bro in a sec
125 or 3 double 0
I'll rise this skeng and aim at heads
Jayrose with his foot on the gas that day
We ducked down, you know we weren't playing
Bro rev that engine to the max
No way he's getting away
In the Nizz with this pocket rocket
Tryna leave your favourite rapper dead
I could tell you bout
Numerous points we've scored
On them and all of their friends
Me and bro just circled the
9, couldn't find a soul, to the 2's we go
Me and bro just circled the
9, couldn’t find a soul, to the 2's we go
Don't add that K to the Lane if you
Don't wanna rest where your bredrin lays
We dun put 'nuff man in their place
Ask Klappy, got whacked in his face
Free Millz, done splashed man's face
In the barber shop where two got shaved
One hid in the toilet, moving gay
Hold this blade
Rise that heater, tap that mash
They don't come outside their flats
Decamp, decamp, aim this toolie at your hat
They piss us off on Snap
So we rise up and load them straps
They don't know how Lz ain't turned pack
And all now their mates still ain't rid back
Td, when I rap
In the booth all I spit is facts
I hope them man there ain't fast like Flash
Jojo caught up and gave him a splash
Slap that wap, get rid of them plats
So tell me, who's bad, who's bad?
Said you're on me, are you fucking mad?
You ain't in the field all you do is cap
Beat off bells from the brucka
I pray that I make it home for supper
Discharge slugs from this cannon
And hop back inside the 4 door wagon
Splash, not bragging
Back out the 9 turn yutes to a has been
I ain't trynna get bagged for the mad ting
But I'm ready to do them slappings
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
The opps chat shit and it ain't new news
The trident want the gang to lose
Right now it's the anything T get boomed
In the bando, firm them fumes
Remember that day we left exit wounds
Opps be dropping, cops we dodging
And it's nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I
Stay on point and move this food
My nigga D1 way too loose
Done ducked down YC, kermit too
Fuck all the cyber attacking
Pull up to the - get whacked with the broom
TT liz on my line, so you know it got moved
Distribute, click, click, shoot
That's another face on frontline news
My Air 1s got creased, brand new
Cah I'm running him down
Pray he trips and falls
Remember times in Mall
Trynna find where they're
Hiding after school
Who are these yutes trynna fool?
Step with rambos, digital tools
Black or white on my Jordan Aura
Bad bitch really loves my aura
She reminds me of Rita Ora
I just bust on someone's daughter
And the opps keep talking like kids
It would've hurt more if
They threw that shit
18 hunna for 3 new dotties
Circle around with this brand new brucky
And yes, we do this properly
Supply and demand, leave the -, ain't hard
Supply and demand
Bugz, remember when you burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just burning
Like how can they talk on tracks
When their favourite rapper's a vermin
If we don't see a paigon in -
On the glide, my g's ain't returning
Just know the Gs them are
Just know the Gs them are searching
If we see - we're gonna burst him
Just know the TPs are working
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Don't get me confused for one of these neeks
I'll step for my bro in a sec
125 or 3 double 0
I'll rise this skeng and aim at heads
Jayrose with his foot on the gas that day
We ducked down, you know we weren't playing
Bro rev that engine to the max
No way he's getting away
In the Nizz with this pocket rocket
Tryna leave your favourite rapper dead
I could tell you bout
Numerous points we've scored
On them and all of their friends
Me and bro just circled the
9, couldn't find a soul, to the 2's we go
Me and bro just circled the
9, couldn’t find a soul, to the 2's we go
Don't add that K to the Lane if you
Don't wanna rest where your bredrin lays
We dun put 'nuff man in their place
Ask Klappy, got whacked in his face
Free Millz, done splashed man's face
In the barber shop where two got shaved
One hid in the toilet, moving gay
Hold this blade
Rise that heater, tap that mash
They don't come outside their flats
Decamp, decamp, aim this toolie at your hat
They piss us off on Snap
So we rise up and load them straps
They don't know how Lz ain't turned pack
And all now their mates still ain't rid back
Td, when I rap
In the booth all I spit is facts
I hope them man there ain't fast like Flash
Jojo caught up and gave him a splash
Slap that wap, get rid of them plats
So tell me, who's bad, who's bad?
Said you're on me, are you fucking mad?
You ain't in the field all you do is cap
Beat off bells from the brucka
I pray that I make it home for supper
Discharge slugs from this cannon
And hop back inside the 4 door wagon
Splash, not bragging
Back out the 9 turn yutes to a has been
I ain't trynna get bagged for the mad ting
But I'm ready to do them slappings
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this ride"
Stop checks like Cambridge Junction, ay, GG
Don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
The opps chat shit and it ain't new news
The trident want the gang to lose
Right now it's the anything T get boomed
In the bando, firm them fumes
Remember that day we left exit wounds
Opps be dropping, cops we dodging
And it's nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I
Stay on point and move this food
My nigga D1 way too loose
Done ducked down YC, kermit too
Fuck all the cyber attacking
Pull up to the - get whacked with the broom
TT liz on my line, so you know it got moved
Distribute, click, click, shoot
That's another face on frontline news
My Air 1s got creased, brand new
Cah I'm running him down
Pray he trips and falls
Remember times in Mall
Trynna find where they're
Hiding after school
Who are these yutes trynna fool?
Step with rambos, digital tools
Black or white on my Jordan Aura
Bad bitch really loves my aura
She reminds me of Rita Ora
I just bust on someone's daughter
And the opps keep talking like kids
It would've hurt more if
They threw that shit
18 hunna for 3 new dotties
Circle around with this brand new brucky
And yes, we do this properly
Supply and demand, leave the -, ain't hard
Supply and demand
Bugz, remember when you burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just burning
Like how can they talk on tracks
When their favourite rapper's a vermin
If we don't see a paigon in -
On the glide, my g's ain't returning
Just know the Gs them are
Just know the Gs them are searching
If we see - we're gonna burst him
Just know the TPs are working
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
All these packs gang-gang's been serving