ฟังเพลงAMBUSH (Explicit)

Sykes, Sykes

Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi

Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me

You'll see this hand ting get handy

Live-O corn when I slap this gladly

One in the head, jump out and get tappy

I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy

Pattys, pattys, some ****ing pattys

Bally up, spot man and get splashy

Switch

You don't wanna see me

Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch

This sweet one stepped out in drip

Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick

Telling me she rates my songs and ****

Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks

This .38 hand ting holds six

Like Turna, with bae I can't slip

I can talk on bare man's name

Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade

Then the next two rides man went on

The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge

If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce

We're circling Turnpike Lane

Tryna just ching man out of their J's

Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake

Bro's too tapped, he keeps on squeezing

Sneezing, this is the shotgun season

Get back gang with the dotty's revealing

S slapped it, jumped out and beat it

Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix

Two in the dots for five of these eediats

Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding

Lack on the road, that's normal procedures

These opp boys must've gone ku-ku

'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs

Man's holding a **** off chings

If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp

Always two guns up in the whip

Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch

Don't think you can ride on the Nizz

Man slide right back in a tinted whip

If I slap this corn out the hand ting

It's a mad ting if I press this trigger

Six man squashed in this dinger

Chest shot chinger, Jump Out Gang with this spinner

This opp thot come way too inna

Cah her friend got shot, she don't know who's the driller

To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up

No reaction, they don't ride for their *****

I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers

I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders

Man crash this corn off motors

This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder

Tion Wayne is a ****ing joker

Come carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker

Buck four, he tried run with his poker

He's with DV and they both got poked up

Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs

Swing blades in hoods but they got broski on the case

This shotgun come long like Grace

Half it-half it so it comes in the rave

On the stage with H, big shank on my waist

So I'm in N9 with my mates

Gang changing plates

Tape off your estates, then head straight back to the base

This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates

If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes

Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes

My driller backed it and try hit that face

If we can't see H then we gon' get blades

Either way, it works both ways

Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days

So don't get blammed on the mains

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi

Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me

You'll see this hand ting get handy

Live-O corn when I slap this gladly

One in the head, jump out and get tappy

I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy

Pattys, pattys, some ****ing pattys

Bally up, spot man and get splashy

Switch

You don't wanna see me

Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch

This sweet one stepped out in drip

Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick

Telling me she rates my songs and ****

Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks

This .38 hand ting holds six

Like Turna, with bae I can't slip

I can talk on bare man's name

Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade

Then the next two rides man went on

The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge

If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce

We're circling Turnpike Lane

Tryna just ching man out of their J's

Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake

Sykes, Sykes