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The Cold Room - S1 - E6

A92, Tweeko, Mixtape Madness
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Elevate, this mix sounds mad Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold I just passed it to bro and he moved that Used that, put another boy in his 2-pack Make bread so the gang still stack No lack, no cap, get bun in my pack Dressed in black like Jack Get shots like Yak Beef gang, get one in your back Chilo, two sav, we the get-back gang Popgun, make the guns dem bang They said I'm famous, star in the making Tryna put M's on my mummy's savings Flicks and paigons, ain't no grazing Suh got yucked and left on the pavement They're lucky I ain't no producer 'Cause in the streets, man's got most placements If I hole in your bro like a doughnut Then I go buss your girl, no blazing Been a fortnight and the opps ain't rid back Storm on their block, tryna find more yutes Two dot, two dot, dots, no ratio Bruck down dingers, reverse that, put him in the boot Fling man in my back straps and I back straps If I back straps, I'mma aim and shoot Send man to the doctor's, mixed up veins If you don't duck when the toy goes boom If you don't duck when the toy goes boom Haha, you know I don't play by the rules '015 In the field with a Rambo Mummy didn't know I was playing with tools '016, I was live in the bando Elastic bands and rocket fuel I don't wanna hear that the opps got guns 'Cause really and truly, the boys don't shoot And your mans get set and I won't come last Wrong wrong move and I let that blast Alhamdulillah to my Muslim paigons You can get chinged while you're on your fast Went OT with a four-and-a-half Young G made back like four-and-a-half Can't slide to my block 'cause we're tearing guys Or we're going on grinds without hoodie and mask Countless rides with my latex on Usain Bolt when I see a boy run Do a Tiger Woods, put a hole in one Fuck Snapchat, come crash back their talk Bare talk on my niggas, it's cool Ain't slid back or rode for your goon And wagwan for that YC yute Seen him live in the flesh and he click on mute Uh, Shh got yinged like twice Big A could've lost his life No way, no way they can talk on my guys Bro's out tryna switch off lights And he's on the next block tryna build his line No time for the stupid 9s See the opp boys talk, get smoked by the.9 Do it for the gang and do it for my guys Avengers on the block, no tinting On the opp blocks where the gang keep touring Spill that, see how his juice keep pouring Attempt 10K, have your marje mourning Yo, back out the smoke and light up the strip like Pompeii Put 'em in the air like Jordan Juice man's bad, Calypso Turn him tobacco with my Ramzy, no Gordon Turn a man handicap, no cap And I cap man's wig and my 2s get handy Glide 'round there on wheels, no handy I got two legs like Champions League Live a sweet life, man are sweet like candy Fill up the mash with sweets, no candy Sweet one, suck on my K, no candy I ain't tryna beat that, 'llow that beat She rude and dead, can't fuck with me Real bad boy, don't run up on me My bro got caught at a messy scene Still saying no words like Mr. Bean I've been outside with my 92 team Pop them girls, better move those feet Drill and bang, done that and repeat Jump out gang, let the guns dem beat I done drills in a four-door whip Tryna off man's wig like a black girl coming on slow Bring a man's insides out when I ying that Turn a man inside out, get poked I really move weight on the streets See an opp on the street Lift him up in the air, no joke Sleep on the gang 'til we pull up and make Man sleep on a hospital bed, stay woke Make man run out the block like chicken Me, I'm well known for the main road drillings I still take that risk for my siblings I don't even cook, but I roll with my kitchen Finger twitching, the opps, I'm billing If the thing goes baow three times, good riddance Never chose this life, this life chose me So I pray to the Lord, man's sinning