PS Hitsquad
PS Hitsquad - No Miming
[Verse]
Look, if I get cross like hot bun (Oh shit)
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 shit, oh shit)
Chest shot, rise up a hashtag
They see the gang on a ride, it's a flashback (Oh shit, oh shit)
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 shit)
Back out my shank, I'm tryna play fencing (Oh shit, oh shit)
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 shit)
Sad one (Aww)
HSQ on a mad one shit (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 shit)
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 shit)
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 pussy 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)