Hidden Facts - E1, Zt, 3x3

With these 3 2s tryna find one wretched

Dreadz that gives verbal to the ends

But don’t ride out when his friends get drenched

Got me scratchin' my head cah it don’t make sense

JV first then Poppy got cheffed

Right now the scoreboards lookin' all ments

And don’t let me mention Kev

Like J NPK he’s already been kweffed

Nuttin' but g’s in the unit

Jump out the whip let me go and pursue him

AFG that’s stabs and shootings

Gruesome shoot in your brains, you’re clueless

Mickz put a name on his blade

And the streets still talkin', we ain’t gotta say names

At traffic lights get spotted on mains

Passenger seat get bored in your face

E1's back, I only spit facts

Feds knew I was out till late

Cah I’m out till late so they slapped me on tag

Poppy got splashed I was in my cell pissed again

Cah the pussio never turned pack

All now they ain’t rid back

But they’re jumpin' on tracks just talkin' wass

Ask JV how the ZK taste

My nigga Msplash really fed him that

Big bro dun dashed left little bro spazzin'

Came Park Lane didn’t see no badness

SJ slapped it still no reaction

The wap hasn’t got an agenda

Party with the opps; get left where you’re standin'

Girls, the corn ain’t got no manners

How’d you think Tanesha ended up in a package?

Bro traps in a dirty bando

My opps been rappin' with spotless rambos

Keep thinkin' you’re safe on the backroads

Till man slaps that corn through your afro

Didn’t talk when Kev got hit

But they’re talkin' shit how he shot and missed

After Banghisa got window chinged

And he jumped on tracks, are you takin' the piss?

Match day we’re the top scorers

On the 12's skid through the supporters

Take a left right after the corner

You know what happens if you buck an enforcer

Ford, 125 or Corsa

Anytime we slide NPK in quarters

Swing my borer, swing my borer

Leave man slumped on the corner

Free DV he was movin' OJ

Caught Onyx at church and he banged his face

I know someone’s stressed cause their dad’s in the grave

And they ain’t killed none of my mates

I’m back with the Kobi 40

Stuck in the mud, all sleepin' cosy

Bad b on me, still horny

Kaos in my spliff, no chip, it’s a puree

Still got a sale that’s 6 for 40

But the CID’s there lowkey, movin' real nosey

Had me back on the wing with Tiny and Nuts

'018 made the temperature hot

That’s 30 degrees when we lurk on blocks

Have you ever been 4 dotties up

Not givin' 2 fucks, tryna tape it off?

Them times it was anyting green on crud

2 shotties up; loaded pumps

Chop, chop so it’s small like twin

That’s what I call sawn off dots

That’s what I call sawn off dots

Get caught by 5 of the g’s

And we’re all givin' 3

Minimum 15

Xing Xhao Xing Xhao in and out of your tee

And you know that it’s anyting green

On a load of badness

Know that the opps on a load of chattin'

Buck into me; no knuckle sandwich

You know that my tool gets brandished

Case unclipped; man swing that first

They rap about their young g’s dirt

They see Niners and they try divert

The brizzy kickback hold firm and burst

Dump off 2 then lurk on the 3rds

Put holes in your shirt

Ask Leadz how my chest shot works

3×3 been mashin' the works

And everyday someone beefin' the 9

Givin' verbal on the net got me scratchin' my head

But their bros been shot or cheffed

That’s pints of blood that my bredrin left

Crash that dots of the 12's ped

Insert that lead, full throttle, and rev

Man’s really tryna crash at them

It is what it is, you can talk on the net

ZT is a chest shot specialist

Aim for his chest he’ll get him for definite

They’re not on what my gang’s on

Our ting’s seperate

Skengfield ain’t slapped it once

I’ll tell you for free all the waps are celibate

Bounces road bro backed what pole?

Are you sniffin' coke?

Same road where Chicken got smoked

Now I’m gettin' asked why that pussio

Attempted again to try cross the road

And then to try cross the road

SJ