Smoke Boys – Eye For Eye 2 lyrics

[Verse: Swift]
Put put one hand on my friend I send 2 men to mummy's
Think you can phone for a Benz?, ha ha funny
Man got cats at Benz, who's that? that's Benz Punarny
Man just robbed a connect now man's feelin pluggy
Make gyal say uh uh wait lemme get comfy
Walkin round your ends like everything lovely
Bow bow bow make man jump fence like bunnies
Blowin out, come back I want say somethin'
You talk much with your mouth, I puttin work on my cousin
Man down, anytime I rise up somethin'
There's a trap house, bro sellin hmmhmm and somethin'
Check the background, everyone round me one somethin'
Pack that's Pacquiao we send you on somethin'
Brap that's a 'matic round, let it rain, run away
What up cousin?
Big mash like a car man haffa clutch it
Splash splash splash, wet like the gyal that we fuckin
Uck face wanna stay the night, but I ain't no idiot
Sidemen on the other side, them man are policemen
He can know an eye for a eye when the mandem see em
No hi no bye just boom bam from the 2 liters
I bring your gyal round, she's going down like the DMs
If I do a piss it'd be quick cause she probably teefin
When I get brick I make Zs then I go and make dealings
Walk with the thing and I'm not any human-being
Man bring a brick it was shit
Man should teef it
Man just flex, gyal wanna press she gotta be decent
Hat hat mash mash, hand brake leakin
Man ah get bread, man ah get checks, man ah just eatin
Them man are so dead, them man are so stressed, man ah just preein
Gyal is a peng, see her in the ends, she was half decent
Chillin with skets you know they got blem, man do weedish
Shsh be quiet when the mandem speakin
Fill up the hammer cause man ain't Ian
See me with wah wah bet you didn't see em
Need a Rihanna to work this evenin
Got Lady Gaga and I sold it to Steven
Sold to much pack ought to be in the tea store dealin
I know to much slappers to be lonely on the weekend
These gyal are badders way better than you idiots
I know so much trappers, another drought I ain't seen it
Got so much hammers bro smoke himself he's an idiot
Dodge so much cameras, now manaman big screenin
Made so much bangers, all now man ah release them
Feel to let them all out right now and make it inconvenient
Gyal gimme mouth ice cold for manaman's peepin
Man can make it drown, if I send a text she gon get wet so manaman's leavin
Old school like Gipset, I ain’t lyin bout beatin