Wildest
Horrid1 Savo
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(Ghosty)
Shit
Thought Hunch missed a drop, but I ain't never (No)
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, I'm talkin' 'bout on the oppies
Get 'round, shotgun with the lever (Baow, baow)
I coulda done better
When I caught my man, I coulda drenched him better (Ching, ching)
My black blade was wet, but - was wetter (Pussy)
Didn't think he'll survive the cheffer (No)
Gotta shout AJT on that flow 'cah he started that one
That one, twenty-two inch black blade
Put the whole nank in (Ugh), I started that one
Catch me an opp, I'll tap one
Prayin' a few minutes later, I'll pack one (Dead him)
The mandem just copped like four more tings
It's about time Huncho packed one (Grrt, baow)
Chase man on the wing like Ashley did
Only difference is I'm attackin' (I'm attackin')
In the space of a sec, put three of them punks on my knees
Don't tell me 'bout stabbings (Don't do it)
Bare man screamin', "Wild Wild West"
But they ain't on nothin', why are they cappin'? (They're not)
We the reason that West is wild
That's nothin' but facts, done a hundred stabbings (That's facts)
And slappings (Facts)
Ask - how we slapped up his yard, nah, I ain't cappin' (Baow, baow)
Ask -, them bullets just crashed their whip
When broski lean out the ride and crash it (Grrah, baow)
See, when it was crashin', they kept on dashin'
The mandem cheffed down - (Ching, ching)
Just left my ped, no NHS
Two hands on the mash, start clappin' (Baow, baow)
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Baow, baow)
And - get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess
But what can I say? It's the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much when you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Baow, baow)
And - get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess
But what can I say? It's the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much when you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen (JS)
It's only us on the south side of Acton
Nobody else in West is wild (No)
I ain't go 'round in circles, I back my verbal
Real life, I get niggas down (Ching, ching)
They say that they're winnin', they must be jokin'
I swear I'm embarrassed to beef these clowns (Pussy)
But let me not call it beef, just bullyin' neeks
They run, get caught and drowned
In blood if the medics ain't quick, they're fucked
I got my temper from my pops and hunch (Yeah, I did)
If - tripped up, then he woulda turned bun
How you sittin' on your bum when your
Pockets are bruck? (What the fuck? You bum)
I can't get buzzed on (No)
I'm the opp that the paigons run from
My man had it, but still got duffed on
Ain't nobody safe when I got my gloves on (Baow, baow)
Do drill rap, but don't drill, stick to love songs
Ain't in the streets, so yo, stop rappin' it (Pussy)
Easy targets, them man ain't challengin'
When I saw -, instantly savaged him (Mad)
All of this chat that I chat, I'm backin' it
Spot me an opp, on sight, I'm attackin' him (Facts)
She ain't got backs, I ain't tappin' it
We ain't rap battlin', we the West savages
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Baow, baow)
And - get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess
But what can I say? It's the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much when you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen
I'm from a block where bells get pressed (Baow, baow)
And - get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can't lie, it's a mess
But what can I say? It's the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much when you ain't got bread? Stressed (How?)
Talk less (Talk less)
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen