text: PCX Lyrics
  This ones cold, Renzo
  Ay CZR, you did a mazza still
  Govs on us man for drugs
  Takin my TV had me vex
  Pockets full when I cut through WestChain VVS, I cant feel my chest
  Still get round on a 125
  Might do it on a PCX
  Guns, all man talk is guns
  Takin a chance might get you kwenged
  He was pissed when he got it in his forehead
  Bro tried send man healthcare
  Everyday used to check my doorstep
  Pissed cause I never had mail there
  If I swing this ting then I threw them leathers
  You shouldve wore a cover
  Dip in your puffer, I swear he was losin feathers
  Knife work nuts when I push through sweaters
  Squeeze that shank, grip that firm
  I did it bareback with my left hand
  I get top, get top
  Mans tying her hair back
  And she got the Gucci head band
  Induction, had no lighter
  Try use staples then blew my cable
  Had govs at my door with puppies
  They aint gettin in, gotta move my table
  Nuff paint and splash on my jeans
  I buss them low, when I walk Im tuggin
  Knife work serious, oh so hideous
  Wanna see his neck back gushin
  Swing this shank, pray it dont bend
  Tryna bring this tip back blooded
  Tryna tear out your guts and livers
  S still stuck in the cut like scissors
  Sleep with the addicts, cup full of magic
  Got it in my pot like a wizard
  Step out, whos that? Whats that? A bisshead?
  CID in my mirrors
  My young boy wanna pay five fifth for a half of rock
  Thats a Arctic Monkey
  Said he breaks it down into dots
  Said hes tryna buy smoke like Dorothy
  Bro still slaps it in reverse
  He dont really care bout parkin properly
  Still hop out with a Ramz or smoke
  Show them bout barkin properly
  Bad B and she aint from upsie
  Throw it back and she arch it properly
  She name names cah she asked me properly
  Swear down I hit my last whip properly
  Had one and then it turned two pack
  Lookin like Ronnie and Roxy
  Still gotta duck from the boys in blue
  Cant get caught with this iron, no Robben
  Grease them boots, now they lookin all polished
  You cant afford to get hit with this copper
  Youre gonna need more than a Ibuprofen
  Aint ever been a Section 18
  If it was me that done that pokin
  Back that war saw like its from Poland
  Been on the wing and they want me right back
  Dodged it, swear I just did it like Coleman
  Whip that yola, scrape that pot
  When I blink, twenty-eight grams gone
  Them man there aint real trappers
  They just playin with the caine like Son
  Invest in dingers, headlights off
  Its us that made it sticky
  No sellotape when I tape that block
  Hear the undies screamin out delta
  Sword on my back like Zelda
  Just pray I dont get nick like Anelka
  I tried put nine to his neck like Rondo
  Do it for my guys, no rights or wrongs bro
  Index still itchin
  No license, still ride like were legal
  And my buj runs black, its lethal
  Look at his arm, its feeble
  Im in the T house, watch him inject
  Now hes gonna infect this Nurofen needle
  Too much mould on the ceiling
  Grub gettin sold this evenin
  That dot-dot came with the nose off
  Me and S like Caine and O-Dog
  Two peng ones came to the condo
  I just want top though, dont take clothes off
  Govs on us man for drugs
  Takin my TV had me vex
  Pockets full when I cut through West
  Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest
  Still get round on a 125
  Might do it on a PCX
  Guns, all man talk is guns
  Takin a chance might get you kwenged
  Govs on us man for drugs
  Takin my TV had me vex
  Pockets full when I cut through West
  Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest
  Still get round on a 125
  Might do it on a PCX
  Guns, all man talk is guns
  Takin a chance might get you kwenged
  This ones cold Renzo
  Ay CZR, you did a mazza still1Embed