Dopesmoke - Lightwork #DesertEdition lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, OT, make it bang)
(Hulsee)
(LJS on the beat)
(Shegy mixed it)

[Verse]
Let's take a trip up Roupell Road
'019 was messy, gang got steppy, we came round loads
Everyone hides when we cross that road
Me and Dripz, two rambos matchin', 'course I'll catch him, we stabbed up loads
That's more than friendship goals
How you think us man taped off Tulse?
Enough 'bout that cah the works is old
I can't lie, man, that shaving's old
Ask Worm cah I shave man both
Caught Kipz in the Trey tryna charge his phone
You already know how the story goes
Paramedics had to come get bro
It gets dark cah I follow man home
Caught Shuuds on the strip on an evenin' stroll
Creep up, don't make no sound
Don't snap where you are 'cause we'll come 'round
Fill up the gas, rollin' out
Got five opp packs, we don't know about drought
Shell at the crowd, no Rolling Loud
Try tweak on bro, now we smoke that clown
Grandma's crib where it all went down
Solly turned pack just a few roads down
Live on the L where he took that L
They made jokes so we sent him hell
I see them man tweakin' on bros ting, must be jokin', he's live as well
Two shot from the 12
And the cigarette's live as well
Any opp over there's gettin' roasted, we ain't on jokin', time will tell
Run with my yeah, that can never be me
He saw a flash, but he didn't say cheese
She was givin' man top, and she don't wanna stop
When a man's gonna buss, only time I say please
Summers out, hammers out when I'm out with the G's
I stab neeks and I stab me a beat
He got dropped, no need for a leak
We made Lambeth a hundred degrees
SA-SAD's too militant
I find it ridiculous, they rubbed a civillian
All the drills are brilliant, we left it hideous like Insidious
Jokes on them, now we can't stop billin' him
I'm in the ride and I can't stop fidgetin'
Six new packs, not one of them innocent
Kill confirmed, I think the airstrike's imminent
I love how she whine and jiggle it, wiggle it, backshots got her ass ripplin'
She told me her man is a neek, he begs bare beef, but she can't get rid of him
Get a drop on the L, we're flingin' it
Fling it in S, that's Brucksav stigin' it
Spinnin' it, Kipz got blessed, no christenin'
Worm got fried alive like chicken wings
Likkle man got dipped like chips
Me, I can't cat for the puss' like them, he was literally dyin' for minge
Try do dash, get swiped and chinged
Fill up the dings, let's take a trip
I ain't gettin' on the 196
But the final stop might be in the Brix'
How many man have I got in my riz'?