HillSide Cypher lyrics

JT on the track again
Ayy Sinner that sounds mad

[Verse 1: C1]
Suttin' got smoked, died
Revived, never got sent to the sky (LT)
Peddle bike ting over dem' sides
There back then we was hoppin off tires (Yeah)
She don't wanna' see the length of Lati's knife (No)
They already know what the mandem's like
Backdoors bussin' they know the vibe (Come on)
He froze up when he saw my knives (Safe)

[Verse 2: DT]
War with the opp, wе ain't reasonin' here
Beef's intеnse, it's your' life's at stake
How would you like it? Medium rare? (Why not?)
Try slide with the broom but they need more practice (Safe)
Opps love sweepin' the air
I know they're p*ssed cah' their' G-s in the air (No cap, no cap)
Don't lack on the main road
No canerows that's long 'round here

[Verse 3: Bamz]
That's blade in and out get benched like Beckham (Serve it)
Five on the ching, see, I abuse my weapon (Yeah)
Way before I smoked on 30
I stepped with the dotts, fell in love with the Wesson (Bow-bow)
Then got nicked with possession
Then done more steppings (Steppings)
Still on bootings, guess I never learned my lesson
[Verse 4: N1]
You know what I'm on when I step
Me and BruckSav on a stolen ped
Who's that? What's that? Crash that lead
Rev up the ped, skrr back to the ends
The last time we went 'round there was ments
We bored up Digga, almost got his friends
Wet down Lillz and my knife was drenched
Pick your' side, don't sit on the fence

[Verse 5: Dopesmoke]
Lock them doors when you get in them cabs
Life so sad, you can loose it fast
He try run, never made it far
So we caught his rass' and we chinged his clart
Shout big Kippz, got hit by the car
Friends on pendants, your' bredrin's restin'
Still don't know which one should I spark

[Verse 6: Silent]
I don't wanna' punch, I wanna puncture his lungs
Ay Dopes, I'm listening to my man's songs
And last time we were punchin' them up
Man ridin' with intentions to leave man rubbed
Bally up, steady up when we come there, run
We don't give us a toss, when we step, you're f*cked
We don't give us a toss, when we step, you're f*cked
[Verse 7: StrikeDat]
Upfront on the field like Griezmann
Or I might be on the wing like Mbapps (You know)
That's brushing off with this ZK
I don't get why they talkin' wass on Snaps (Why you run?)
Age 14 when I made first my rack
Can't go like Mo and end up brass (No way)
Solomon got put in a zoot for talkin' sav, he was more than frass

[Verse 8: G41]
You know what it is when we pop them doors (Mhm)
Reload way too catty, trynna' score (Yeah)
Stuff the ride, two dotts, couple swords
Trynna' put you on a T, get turned to a corpse (Bu-bush)
Lack on the Lane, get turned to a steak
MA put a sawn-off deuce in your' face
Q step on the gas double clutch with the brake
Still on the lurk, man hunt in the A (f*ck the opps)

[Verse 9: Dopesmoke]
This rambo's diggin' my skin
So I dig this skin for the inconvenience
He got done trynna' act like an eediat
Sweep it, spleege it, I leave it leaking
I love big pups, I don't want no reject
Fill that car with the Hillside Demons