[PART 2.1: Produced by Shaz]
[Intro: PS Hitsquad]
(What we drinkin'? It's F28, baby)
Oh shit
It's Hitsquad, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know the fuckin' vibes, man
Hitters on Zone pick up the smoke, ya feel me?
Free the g's
Shoutout the boy Kweng, you know the voice
You know what I'm sayin'? Big up Fumez
Cut through, broski
(Oou la la, Shaz)
[Verse 1: Kwengface]
Look, look
I heard girls from Paris give the best head, take her to the Louvre or West End
Yo, lettin' it beat like X10, extend my arm, clips got an extension
Done drills on drills with waps that's mine but I beat off waps that's rented
If I crash this wap on a glide, don't worry 'bout your head gettin' dented
I'm in the T, I'm dеalin' with kilos, feelin' like Al Pacino
This coke ain't zero, havе man lookin' like he's been on a diet, keto
Columbian older BO, BO stinkin', whip it, kit kat's twitchin'
[?] got whacked with a one hit German, then disappeared like EO
Sing like Barlow, man get left with a shell in his back, Leonardo
Late night pitch black walks in the night with the white and the brown, Winnie Harlow
They say that the music I make does harm but I don't give a dash, I'm an arsehole
Paid for all of my tings outright but I started this shit from a half O
[Chorus: Kwengface]
Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact
Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man
Hit mans core, made man plank, target your six pack, rip that
Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that
[Verse 2: Kwengface]
Trust in my Rams', this ones a chinger, on the opp block like Freddy Krueger
Bro's in the can doin' mackerel tuna, tryna get out, Daniel Kaluuya
Snakes 'round here, Medusa, mind how you step, seen man turn to Judas
Dip man up with my rambo, dip, splash, I'm a well known juicer
Itchin' to shoot, ruthless, say hi to my little friend, Hasbulla
We catch and kill, track and field, me and bro like Salah and Núñez
Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor
Talk too much, I'm shoutin' my shooter, off with your head like a tudor
This coke ain't zero, dealin' with kilos, feelin' like Al Pacino
Okay, I'm reloaded
Don't come my way like my name's Carlito
Luger up in that German, better run fast like your name is Fio
All of their friends been stabbed up, man call them the stab wound trio
Active, fully on badness, Zone 2 step, blow man off the atlas
Them man talk for the net but live in the flesh, some roadmen catfish
OT doin' up backflips or I'm in the booth tryna work up a tracklist
Kwengface is more than a brand, it's a business and it's lookin' established
Knife game horrific, this zombie knife make you bleed a lot
Slice it, dip it, us man shoulda' opened a pizza shop
Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been on job?
Numerous toppin's, opps in boxes, don't you know we've been a lot?
[Chorus: Kwengface]
Pushed my rusty rambo in him, bruised my hand from the impact
Snapped my blade when I dipped his rib, pissed, must've been a gym man
Hit mans core, made man plank, target your six pack, rip that
Wave my hands like a protein shake, wave, dip that, dip that
[Outro]
(Fumez The Engineer)
[PART 2.2: Produced by Carns Hill]
[Intro]
(What we drinkin'? It's F28, baby)
SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds
Carns Hill production
[Chorus: Kwengface]
Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your booth for promo (Graah, baap)
Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere)
Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo
Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no-
I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO)
I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO)
I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo)
Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash)
[Verse 1: Kwengface]
Four, five on my side I'm shootin' at goals (Graah, graah)
Slide on your turf, I ain't talkin' Astros (No), dipper on me didn't come with nachos
Slice through tissue, knife got miss you (Di-di-dip), man just rip through backbones (Di-di-dip, dip, dip)
Pecknarm general, hate that Federal, mixin' chemicals up in that bando
If you ain't bored nun', don't talk nun' (Don't talk), the mandem done up several (Woo)
Packaged up professional, straight through jackets, bro it's mental
Dot-dot rise on them, slide on them, rise on them, jump out and- (Whoosh)
Everytime that I ride, it's eventful
Rise, run it up (Oi), I swear I just ran through a honey bun (Baap)
Man's just lettin' it bust and the gun dem sing like my name's Don Toliver (Baap)
On the phone to the plug, said "I want some more" (More), now I feel like Oliver (True)
Twist my shank into man's chest (Splash), send man to the coroner (Splash, splash)
[Chorus: Kwengface]
Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your booth for promo (Graah, baap)
Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere)
Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo
Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no- (Oi, oi)
I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO)
I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO)
I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo)
Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash)
[Verse 2: Kwengface]
Couldn't believe where my man dropped (I'm high), that's my favourite opp (I'm higher)
But that's a dodgy strain (Mad), I hate when the zoots dem pop (Pop)
And when AR got down Cane (Splash), I swear that I felt it for Crane (Woo)
Dip, splash (Splash), Rhyno got splashed in his face (Splash)
Oof, tape it off (Tape it off), '023 see me takin' off (Takin' off)
I love my P's and I'm 'bout my oats (True), I guess I'm a Quaker don (True, true)
I'm smokin' weed and I'm gettin' high (I'm high) just like a Jamaican don (True)
I like the spinners and I like the Glocks but I do like the maker off (Braap, baap)
Oof, I meant the Makarov, came 'round slappin' off, came 'round tappin' off (Braap, baap, baap)
Gyal throwin' it back, felt under attack like a mad ting slappin' off (Ay, come 'ere)
Whip it, whip it, been in the field like Joshua Kimmich (Whipped it)
On a two man step, man's been outside tryna drag and twist it (True, true)
[Chorus: Kwengface]
Still on my solo, fuck a PR campaign, I'll shoot up your booth for promo (Graah, baap)
Bad B do what you do with a stick (Ay), everythin' bouncin', pogos (Ay, come 'ere)
Bootin's, ruthless shootin's, wet that red and whoosh, life turn slo-mo
Lot on the line, look at the 9 (Oi), take your pic, ain't no- (Oi, oi)
I was outside, always in the ride, you were at home with FOMO (Got FOMO)
I was in the P, workin' the T 'til my stat turned BOLO (Looked BOLO)
I'm speakin' facts, fuck these drill acts, better gimme that mobo (Gimme that mobo)
Mayday, mayday, all you hear is di-di-dip, dip, dip, man down, oh no (Splash, splash, splash)
[Outro]
(Fumez The Engineer)
