PS Hitsquad - No Miming lyrics

[Verse]
Look, if I get cross like hot bun (Oh sh*t)
Rise it, give him a hot one (Bap, bap)
Ha, you know what I'm on, Tom, cruising around with a top gun
Four door, hot one, I’m ridin' shotgun
I pray to God that I spot one (Who's that? What’s that?)
You ain't no G male, wait 'til the dot come
Paigon, I don't care what one (Ching that, shot that)
Step with my boots like Dora (Stepper)
I had a sawn-off stuffed in my backpack (Pepper)
HSQ, man slide in a Hatchback (Hitsquad, baby)
Tryna put one of their guys in a backstrap (Bap, bap)
I ain't no linesman, rise up a black flag (Ayy, ayy)
If he offside, man slide and attack that (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
Chest shot, rise up a hashtag
They see the gang on a ride, it's a flashback (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
I love bang like a nympho (Ayy, ayy)
Broken heart, let that ting go (Bap, bap)
Hitsquad lean out the window, bingo (Hitsquad, baby)
Six pump, I let it hit like Ringo (Bap, bap)
If not you can get slicеd like Kimbo (Chop chop)
Hitsquad, all of my guys them involved (Hitsquad, baby)
Or I do it onе up, R2, D2, gun up
I let it ping though (Shoot)
Me and K2 drench him, think I got trench foot
Step in the trenches (Stepper)
Camping, I'm where the tent is (Oh sh*t)
Back out my shank, I'm tryna play fencing (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
Anglo arms, no it ain’t bending
I swing my arms, you know my intentions (Hitsquad, baby)
Load up the thing like it’s pending (Bap, bap)
Took three years and they just got a pendant (Oh sh*t)
Sad one (Aww)
HSQ on a mad one sh*t (Hitsquad)
Dipset, do it like Cam'Ron (Ayy)
Hitmen, hit them, do it at random (Ayy)
Now I’m in O in her house, it's abandoned (Qway)
Or in a hotel room with a bad one (J)
How many points have we scored? It's a mad one (It's cray)
All of them opp boys dead, but we had fun (Yeah)
German whip with a German stick
Guten Tag, who’s that prick in the tinted whip? (Oh sh*t)
Creep up quick, see who's in the car (Hitsquad, baby)
It was just dem man and dem man (Who? Oh)
Thought I see dem man, but it was calm
I got the thing in my palm (Bap)
If I see them man, ring the alarm (Bap)
Lift up the tray like the end of a visit (Ayy)
Pivot it, hot, skill it (Hot boy)
Jump in the passy, I told bro "Skid it" (Yoom)
Letting off gun smoke, index fidgets
Ain't no one on the opp block
Who got done at the bus stop? Sad one, init? (Oh sh*t)
Chest shot, I push my shank deep in it (Soaking)
Mali bros, we don't roll with Clit (Walah I don't)
Pop Smoke when I get moody (Mood swings)
Do it like Harvey Weinstein
Cah that pus*y got took for a movie
I was in Cooks being crooks with my juvie
Who's that one with a booty? (Ooh, ooh)
Like, can I get them digits? (Yo B)
Do it in dingers or legit, index fidgets (Bap)
Crickets, crickets (You're moist)
I smoke weeding cakes getting cake up (Yeah)
I'm with Kat, I'm a Slater (Trap)
Rise that tray, it's like I'm a waiter (Bap, bap)
Ha, do me a favour (Oi, lowe me)
They don't bang (Nah)
I slide 'round to the place they hang (Stepper)
Air it out like dirty laundry (Woosh)
I turned them to the Nae Nae gang (Hitsquad, baby)