410 - Destiny Child (Ft. BT (410) & Rendo)



[Verse 1: BT]
Scruff [?] if I grab this mash you'll sing like Destiny's Child
Who's that friend of an opp, don't come near him, I'll get a man down
Whoosh just clean it, got it from D, man grease it doubly down
Food in the seal and repeat it, gettin' some Ps in, run to the pound
Scruff [?] if I grab this mash you'll sing like Destiny's Child
Who's that friend of an opp
Don't come near him, I'll get a man down
Whoosh just clean it, got it from D, man grease it doubly down
Food in the seal and repeat it, gettin' some Ps in, run to the pound

[Verse 2: Rendo]
Our skengman demons, shoot man's ceiling, get man down
Oh shit man's seen him, bro don't leave him, swing that round
When you're lyin' in dead, it could've been me in your local town
Crash gang's on violence, spill man's juice and get man down

[Verse 3: BT]
Tell 'em what life that we live you clown
Really had my knees on the pitch, my [?] he's tired of the way it all ran
One dem chat to their boss, next day I'll bun you all down to the town
One dem chill with the thots, [?] wan' juggle up this chocolate darlings
In the trap I'm with Laura Croft
Keep in real we live what we rap
Tear the fuck off my Zara top
How'd they fuck up and ruin theirs out
New wap got lost in farm by the jakes
Got pissed since I didn't switch it out
Bro got in a car chase with the jakes and the judge ain't dealin' him out
[Verse 4: Rendo]
Told bro bro this is what the violence does
We had a hand ting on the ride with us
Crash gang hop out the ride they duss
We don't trust him in the nine we trust
Feds swooped in and divided us
[?] gunshot aim it high enough
Had a [?] on the bike with us
Cah the verbal ting ain't alright with us

[Verse 5: BT]
I'll believe, swagger (I'll believe)
This rapper got me a large [?] from secret Santa
Double D, whoosh in this grease to clean out dandruff
Pull up and push and push out your face on camera
Why they wan' see me handcuffed (Why?)
I'll free my friend, why you wanna see me bankrupt
Why does the opps dem lie that they don't get shaved and stabbed up? (real shit)
Layin' in the ground like shit don't matter (scruffed it)

[Verse 6: Rendo]
Look man's not jokin'
Crash gang really in the field like Jorgen
Let's get their hope in
Suttin' not dead if I rise and smoke him
On the pitch I'm scopin'
Hit it from far cah it left me open
(On the pitch I'm scopin'
Hit it from far cah it left me open)
Run a man down, get whacked if the mandem catch him (Whacked)
Kinda mad that the opps dem soft when they talk about works dem mashin' (Chattin' shit)
Free OD, whoosh then clean it, ride on the opps with passion
When opps see gang they run cah they know that it's corn man crashin'

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