En Route Lyrics – Bsplash
Singer: Bsplash
Title: En Route
They got soon
P for 1
Gang
I’m swingin’ my blade like Chuckie, Chuckie
You can get fried, Kentucky
2 enemy, I done missed my bit
So, how can you say you’re not lucky?
Can’t trust no b#tch, can’t take no risks
But I let that slide for the brucky
The rusty, dotts done guy
So how can you come to ?
No cap, I ain’t telling you no fibs [No lies
No weave, tryna take off wigs
You don’t wanna buck into young boy Biggs
Big-big ramb on the waist, tryna tear through
Chest in the fill, no
He caps on the rap, no balk, just lids
Waste these kids
Kick down doors, come like CIDs
M chargies, smashed his head into bits
No, tryna turn man’s stomach
If he touched my bro, I’ll switch that
I don’t fit them packs, IDK if I’m mugged
Don’t f#ck with my bro, that’s fam, no
Got bunned, but he still can’t
Spillеd bare juice on the pavе, no flood
On the pave, no flood
Like 3 my bro from the can, no Tango
Got big guns on my waist like Django
Pushing my shank through the chest like backdoor
When I was a teen, I was Blood with the Zanko
OTC gets turned into
Grip and aim, we shoot young man though [Bow
Swing my arm in his chest, no Anglo-Anglo [Kill confirmed]
Ready K for enough in the packs till he falls, pause
I’m B, just spilled some sauce [Ching it
No Star Wars but I swing with force
Am I tryna do that off the bore? Of course
Aim that high, tryna show them scores
15 inch, tryna rip through
Left in the mucks in a phone, no pause
Pop Smoke’s head when it rains and pours
4 man up in a dinger sans doors
3.5 and above, can’t do no draws
On the opp block, like Dora explores
Stop hiding in the cats, come do my chores
Aim at heads when I aim at floors
And she a real one, she ain’t got no floors
This one now, but it bangs on road
Get put in my cell, we don’t use no rolls
So can solve that equation
Ching man up till his eyes look Asian
Make it so I turn belly
If I back this shank, get turned to a pasion
OT trips ‘coz I wanna see payment, payment
Carve this sh#t in the pavement
My rambo knife done touch your guys
And half these-half these paigons [f#ck me]
And you can owe 6 in the 9
Me and bro-bro tryna air this bine, bine
No, I can’t make you mad
If you hold, come wine and dine
Gruff them packs, tryna bill this sign
If you touch Young, get 1 in your spines
No shine, my blade no wine
And mainstream cah’ I just wan’ shine
Be patient, it’s a matter of time
Write them and stand your ground
No, he just got signed
Like Melly, I got Ms on my mind
Two waps at me, in case in a glide
Got part, no hides
Scary when your pets on the ride
My violent goon tryna step for your slide
Swing my shank, just wanna get pride
Got T-T ‘cah I’ll make you 5
Got show my bore and my
Hadda’ dot that dotts ‘cuz I came too wide
Why? side
He ain’t done that drill, so that kid just lied [p#ss#
Ayy, he ain’t ain’t done that drill, so that kid just lied
Man get chopped for the way he speaks
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