(CGM) Sav'O x ZK x Digga D - No Porkies | 8D Audio

[Intro: AP]
Come on
AP and Rack5 live in the jailhouse you get it
Free the conspiracy gang
Constantly getting money
CGM
Soon home come on

[Verse 1: Sav’O]
Man can’t sleep on a vio give me the drop
I’ll have that covered
YouTube gangsters, real life faggots
They get mopped and brushered
Free all the gang soon land
Little setback in the can it’s nothing
Bitch stop moving salty come tick tick for the gang no stunting
Bruk it set it
See an opp anywhere man set it
Right now tryna get this bread in there’s no way that this beef is deading
Lying on gang in music
This tings doing more than bruising
Pull up at yards when everyone’s snoozing
Step on your block and lose it
There ain’t no picking or choosing fuck with the opps see me you’re pissed
In the back of the whip with tints
Jump out gang, get swiped get chinged (ching)
I heard he’s a friend of an opp
Get caught by gang then it is what it is
I ain’t gotta chat too loose
Fuck all the verbal, slip, that’s it


[Hook: Sav’O] (x2)
I can talk bout numerous drillings
I ain’t gotta chat too loose
We’re cut from a different cloth
We do things that dem boy won’t do
And man tell facts on tracks, no porky pies
Don’t lie pon tunes (no way)
If you ain’t gang don’t trust me
A friend of an opp can hold that too

[Verse 2: ZK, Digga D & Sav’O]
Stuck in the kitchen straight to the whipping
Pyrex filled to the tip top
Jakes wanna talk bout drillings I act confused
Like which block?
I was riding 23 bang up couldn’t keep my eyes off the tick tock
And I don’t know nothing bout sandals
I can’t watch this flip flop

I’m looking at my mans song like
What’s going on I’m so confused
I’ll run around London nude if you tell me a time that he spilled some juice
I’m watching myself on the news like there’s no way that we’re calling a truce
My screw ain’t loose, I ain’t got one
I bought me a shotgun I don’t want Loubs


We need more yards for hammers (blammers)
And I don’t wanna fuck this badders
True say man need to keep her patterned
And I heard that my mans rapping, madting
How can they let that happen
And the talking ting, that’s long
So more time I ain’t on chattings

They’re liking the style on the gangdem
Madting
Free all the guys on the landing
Cop it, chop it, sand them
Mandem pull up on yutes at random
I was on basic coping
These times I was just thinking bout standard

Never had a plug for the tizzy I ripped out the wires
My telly was tampered
I was tryna put six gold teeth in this spin
You were tryna put six gold teeth in your mouth
A hundred man in your vid, when I slide on your block ain’t no one about
Shotgun with the shotgun, pop one
They run when I’m leaning out
And I’ve dipped guys with my flick knife
Man don’t think twice they scream and shout
If my mans wearing Armani I’ll do his AJ and leave no trace (none)
TT flake, and the sand come tan like Dave
Likkle man try ask for a raise
True say the hotline bling like Drake
In the T on my J with a Z
Do it for the pounds I love this cake


I told bro that we’re way too bait
I ain’t tryna end up on UDN
One hand when I’m fishing the Pyrex
But I need two when I lift up this skeng
I’m into the broad day chingings
Machete swing we’re violent men
Pellets gonna fly out the barrel side by side that’s right and left
The rambo gonna rip through your chest
Push flick knives straight in a mans neck
Bro said that I’m tapped in the head
That drill is attempt all I want is death
How many times did I circle around ain’t see no one then circle again
I told bro uncock that spinner, wipe that nigga
I thought it was them

[Hook: Sav’O] (x2)
I can talk bout numerous drillings
I ain’t gotta chat too loose
We’re cut from a different cloth
We do things that dem boy won’t do
And man tell facts on tracks, no porky pies
Don’t lie pon tunes (no way)
If you ain’t gang don’t trust me
A friend of an opp can hold that to

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