Zone 2, Karma, LR - No Promo lyrics

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Jakes want me in the nick, no homo
He rides for me and I ride for bro-bro
So I gotta shout out Soaks, no promo

Jakes want me in the nick, no homo
(Fuck jakes)
He rides for me and I ride for bro-bro
(Free bro)
So I gotta shout out Soaks, no promo
Still got the blicky on me in probo' (I do)
Cah I couldn't give a fuck about popo
(Fuck jakes)
I'm from the Zone, that's a no-go
My paigons in the chokehold
Same way the wap gets slapped in a chokehold
Press that corn or shave that no no
When I ching, if he try blow, too slow though
(Ching, ching)
It looks like he dashed in slow mo (Dash)
Opps see me and start feelin' like Cleveland
Oh, no no, no no
Really tryna turn a man red like demon
Loco, do it like Vybz and go-go
And also, the ying gets swing like yoyo

Wave it, shave it, Naghz got a fake whip
Pull up on blocks so we see 'em all tape it
LR baby, gyally said I ain't basic
Don't act, I know that you're freaky
Embrace it
Opps know that we're winnin', let's face it
Bored down, turnt him to a patient
Yo, better thank God that you made it
Now when I say who's on it, don't say shit
Who's bad? The gyally really wan' do man
She knows I'm on it when
I'm trappin' with Susan
Trap, mash, still gotta ride on douchebags
(Skkrt)
Don't turn up in a dinger, try shoot that
Who's that? Anything B, man boot that
You don't wanna get-got like 2Pac
Do that, them man's kway with two pack (Ay)

Yo deep it, deep it (Deep it)
Did you see what happened this evenin'?
I just went to the opp block quick
See thirty-odd yutes and they
All ran screamin'
Man just weren't talkin' 'bout remit's
But I'm tryna find me a squad that does remix
Most my beef got eaten
I ain't got time for none of these eediats
Man bish and bash that Bob (Bash that)
Give me a week and in a white mans town
Man mish and mash that spot
Yo, call E1 wanna link
Gyal know what it is, ain't nuttin' but top
(Ay come 'ere) bop, bop, bop, bop
I just took me a ten bag loss
Don't look at me wrong when I scrape that pot

No Even Stevens (Nope)
How you gonna make it even? (How?)
Your friends ain't breathin' and
We keep teasin'
I ain't got beef for no basic reasons
(I don't)
Them man run like cheetahs cheatin' (Dash)
Come, I'm tryna make your mum start grievin'
Demons, man see a opp now he's bleedin'

In a it's lean, it's squeeze
When I jump out swingin' it decent
Two tings swingin', no threesome (Splash)
Kweng like Mike with the wap, just beat it
(Brap, brap)
LR and Snoop tryna light skin too
And, all my guys violent too
So you gotta throw up a silent two
In the chats they be talkin' loose
But it ain't 'round here
Where they're ridin' to

Ay, ay, baby, I'm lit (Aye)
He got caught, now he don't talk shit (Aye)
Spin it, who's gonna be on this strip?
Sinnin', I can't lie, I'm used to this shit
He spoke shit, try skip, got dipped
Real shit, call him Bradley
Should've went on the pitch
Don't need to use Waze 'cah
We know their strip
Say you're on to the 2, get put in a spliff
At last, they're dead for chattin' their shit
Caught Paul gay shit thank God that he lived
Squeeze shit when you left your
Bro are you lit?
I'm lit don't tell me you can do it like this
Real shit got hella man up in my spliff
Got wigged got laced, and stained in his crib
You slip then you're gonna get popped no fizz
Slip then you're gonna get popped no sis

Yo both hands when I wap that, slap that
Double rack crack in the trap fam
I like petite tings with a fat back
(Come 'ere)
Man just fling them stones like bam bam
Man's just settin' it straight (Might)
I got 300 pebs in my ass all
Kway from home just doin' up train
Now I got coins like an old arcade
Ray ray ray ray
Man just slapped that flake with ray
Blades, blades, blades, blades
See an opp boy man's doin' it straight
No lay no lay (No)
Opp boy's run when they see my face
(Skkrt, skkrt) back your mate and stay
They can never do that shit no way (Runner)

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