Cousins Beef

Lyrics: Ismail Mumtaz Mahmood Music: Ismail Mumtaz Mahmood Show me the way show me the angle Green light, gunna hit mans mango In jail thats plug and a zanco On road thats mash and alpro
Come go grip on a albo Tie up his crop like velcro Then tie up the trees in bedding Then dash that shit in the van, manifesting
Looking at the albo venting Its a next thing now im vexing Cuz he try come on next thing Sweep n Ching depressing Caught me a case im vexing
3 bro he done tapped like wrestling Shoot and pitch he’s testing liveo corn gets picked n tested Pick n mix with the gang Don’t try run get slapped Man just stepped in the gaff Whole yard pinging of crack
I don’t label my beef to postcodes Nigga that’s school shit Its an open table buffet man eat beef with corn and full clips Don’t give me chat and get bined for bullshit Virgin slappers aint ever pull shit Someone defo got tapped cuz we up and slapped at the full whip Another got rammed and his whip got taken slid back round in a pagans whip They aint got heart like me and mine me and bro built lines on a pagan strip
I aint ever told a lie in my life he’s gunna eat bine with a g26 Gunna eat bine like chicken and rice I blow out your mind when I done out the clip
Back up on my ****eries slide for my cousins beef Rise up a dirty stick spanking off a couple teeth Nothing but a cup of tea Cuz my burner stuck with me Murder if you fw bro murder if you fw me
G26 or g19 lets jump in the ride and slap man over Emptied the clip when he got fried but he never died then I lost composure *** got his wig pushed back don’t claim that pack but I still smoke him if im sober *** got shot in his hat, next to his mum where he sat 2 kill streaks if I would of got closer *** got shot by me now he shits out a bag
6 man got cheffed n splashed Stretched and whacked Last time gang slid out in a rover Blacked out spooky like its October See me a pagan know that its over No I don’t hold no vios Can’t get you then we get your mum Usual suspects somebody mum wet Ag demons run in your drum 16 for a brick 15 in the clip 14 if you trip and you will get bun Indeed im skits in love with sticks jump out on pricks slap corn for fun
Chorus
There’s gp in the air like mids Suen got slapped n froze like a pic Me and bro love taking trips Kick backs mad I can firms that quick Suen got pressed on the back road then Suen got hit on the mish
Bllacked out coupe bang that’s 4s Then bake off with a bitch
3 bro hes driller Slap that 9 out the window Suen gunna fly out the ride like spinner Suen gain get pressed on If I go and rise that stinger Don’t make bro come rise that dinger And its peak if he touches his chinga Bare ribena looking like bigga
3 bro he picked up the laces suen got slapped never left no traces Bang that mash on the side road now I got everyone out tryna park them laces I done me a drill I never left no traces Done that drill I don’t care about casings ...