Zone 2 Kreep And Kweng Lyrics


Kreep And Kweng by Zone 2

[Verse 1: Trizzac]
Sapphire
Trizzla
Kreep, kweng
I can do that with my friends
I can creep up with the skeng, I can holla M for the ten
Kreep, kweng
Splash him hot, my shank bends my shank
I'll do him up with Kenz (I'll do it)
Give him holes that the doctor can't mend
Twiss' up, curl up like Pringles
Shit then I'was meant to say singles
Pop shells like pimples (Bow), I want shanks, I want pistols (I do)
Snow looking like crystals, I throw up gang signs like symbols (2)
I blow that ting like whistles, Trizzac rings bells, no jingles
Rammy on me, swammy on me
Stick game good, now the rallys on me
Catty on me, yatty on me
Dick game good, now the gyalie on me
Bally on me, sally on me
Girl game good, now the gyalie on me
Axe with me, samurai jack with me
Go to the Zone, now Mizzy with me

[Verse 2: PS]
Like, P, just chilling (Here)
Thinking like, how can they doubt this?
Step with the kitch', when I step on the strip got the tool in my pouch in my trousers (Grip that)
How much times have we ride?
Knifing's we did
I don't even know, man, it's countless (I don't know)
And if plans don't work, man get jerked, it's back to the running in houses (Look-look)
I ain't on mix up, its HitSquad, me and Denz got like four each (Ching)
6ix and RK got him in front of his mum and his sister that's naughty
And this bitch on me like my kitch' on me, might just chill of with shawty (Uh)
Wait, fuck that shit, man, it's dorky, like gyal get willy and horny (Nah, fuck that)
Opp block, hot step, what's next?
That nigga was shook and scared, I swear he was there when your boy got drenched (You were shook, man)
Man might do it like Narsty, who's that aunty? Gyal want sex
(Who's that whats that) Don't get me vex (Ugh), get morbid turn it ments
Like we bought to lurk and purge it, we bought to get them doughnuts (Yeah, and)
And we already got them young gs, we already got them grown ups (Ching)
Plus .44, we can talk, watch man don't phone us
Cah. that ain't war, you want war? watch that ford focus (Sku-du-du)

[Verse 3: Narsty]
Like
I ain't got beef in the hood, just some little kids that hate man
Put the 'Narms weight on my back, so you know the whole hood rate man
All my bloodlines ring trap, I ain't trying to fuck with no waste man
And
Free Skengface, free K, get a yute blazed where his face at (Free him up)
Man, I know how she likes it, deep strokes
Give me deep throat then she ride it
Gyalie on me on a hype ting, gave her the pipe, pipe, pie I ain't firing
She love a badman from the block, 2 step with a few G's getting rocked (Brr)
G, lean, buss a dab then drop
Summer '17, 'nuff guns on the block
I'm like gyalie on me
And bros whip game good, and the stick game good
Same way that the rally's, on we (True)
Pie, pie, pie, pie, pie
Pie
Now the rally's on we
Got the light and the dark, same way that the gyalie's on me (Brr)
Same way that the gyalie's on fleek (Peng, peng)

[Verse 4: Skully]
Purge and lurk
Zone 2 step, man jump out the ride and burst (Skr, skr)
Put it in reverse
Then we just skr, that's another lowkey works (Skr, skr)
Them man just different, us man itching
Them man ride with words (Chatty mouths)
I want drugs, money, guns, power
Dem man der want birds (Dickheads)
Zone 2 step, man, get it correct, rudeboy, best mind where you step (Watch it)
Dip, might splash in your chest, whats next?
You ain't gotta ride for your friend (Ching, ching, ching)
You don't even bruck down a Z, phone Pots for a two-and-a-queue of the leng
Sit in the kitchen?
Fish does glisten
Don't phone me, I'm missing
Whats next?
That nigga was shook and scared
Tripped and dropped, plus his bredrins left
Do it like P, rammy on me, swing and hit mans chest (Dip, dip)
And gyallie on me like my rammy on me, wanna make like we ain't had sex
You don't wanna see Rickz on the back road pulling off with the ting tucked with a fat bone (No, you don't)
Or send 6ix 'round there with the dots, one fucking shot from the pole make your back fold (Bow!)
And I'm sitting in the trap with the cat and a pack and I just wanna see that mad dough
And how you gonna talk about poles when you ain't even seen no fucking bankrolls?
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Sapphire, Sapphire

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