[Flame] 🔥 Zone 2 - Known Zoo Lyrics
[Intro: Trizzac]
Some gang shit
Zone 2, Pecknarm, you know how it gets
Fuck da other side
Ay, Trizzla
Karmakayos
Narsty
Some real drill shit
What you’re gonna hear is facts
Wagwan
[Verse 1: Trizzac]
(Trizzla)
Just give me one minute
Bruce just Bang no Cilit
Dem man chicken like fillet
Bruce just swerve and skid it
I want bankrolls, I want figures
I want rambos, I want triggers
Point like arrows, raise that scissors (Ching, ching, ching)
Wave that stick like wizards
Zone 2, we ain’t got no olders
Big ting garn’ damage his shoulders
I want bread like Hovis
I want paper like folders
Do him up and then smile, Snoopy movin’ like some jokers (Snoopy)
Gyally tryna put her batty on me, got me feelin’ like some sofas (gyally on me)
Still got straps, get big waps, Kwengface in the park (Kweng, Kweng)
If you want that nizz, holler at Trizz, I’ve been doing my tasks
He thought he was done, so he try run, but he didn’t get far
What do you think, he still got chinged, mandem watched and laughed (Ching, ching, ching)
Run him down like a race (run it)
Run him down with a gauge
Tryna fish him, tryna dip him, then send his soul to the space
Run him down like a race (get him)
Run him down with a gauge
Tryna fish him, tryna dip him, tryna send his soul to the space
[Verse 2: Karma]
Psycho member (crazy)
How you garn’ beef this psycho
Finna leave man holey, holy baptise yutes, tryna turn man Bible
I’ll back that beef, talk ’bout slapped one, then he had no teeth
It was me, Kweng, Izzy and Yash in the ride, man the opps got cheek
Twin slapped one and he had no bells
We hopped out, dem man try skeet (Tried run)
The opps, run with the dots, there’s no way we can call this beef (They’re wet)
I was like, what the fuck? How you hidin’ in the shop by the drinks and sweets?
Kwengface still splashed up the neek, main road bait tryna tape that scene
Switch it finna just cut thru’ Browning with a browning while she’s holdin’ a browning (big one)
Lurkin’ man I’m just browsin’
The opps dem runnin’ and shoutin’
I’ll light him up and then out him
Get Diddy, and ride ‘pon a mountain
Back 2 knives tryna turn man fountain
Karma, Karma, come back around, man I earnt this label
Soaks got the baby .9 with no cradle
I’ve got my rambo nank, dip man’s spine, turn a yute disabled
No motive, come, we go Bagel
‘Nuff talkin’s lookin’ all fatal (Ching)
Ride down like horse in stables (Ride)
Shank touch tryna turn man angel
If I back my nank and I don’t nank you
You best pray to God and say “thank you”
Love days is highly unlikely
I’ll back my knife and get knifey
Still back bro like Huey and Riley
Do dirt but it’s lookin’ untidy
Free P that’s my nigga from primary
Pecknarm man the ends too firey (Pecknarm)
Ching, ching got me lookin’ like Sensei
Tryna get him in the neck like Max
Finna lean with a botty like Kwengface
Bun him in the face, have him lookin’ like MJ
Don’t slip like you dropped off asegway (Truss)
‘Cause you won’t wake up the next day
Do the rammy in the best way
‘Nuff love for my nank that’s my best mate
Tape that scene, bro shoots like Pressplay
Gyally on me like my rammy on me, and the gyally looks hard in S Way
‘Nuff love for my nank, that’s my best mate
Tape that scene, bro shoots like Pressplay (Bow)
Tape that scene, bro shoots like Pressplay (Bow)
[Verse 3: Narsty]
(Narsty)
Like hello
Cop that, chop that lego
I got a G pack from the weed man, plus I got rocks, true say the light came yellow
Gyal says that I’m cute, she knows I might boot, she loves the way that I mellow
I’m with K6, we’re takin’ a risk, I’m tryna trap at that Renault
UK rap, true say I’m UK rap, right now I’m doin’ up drill
Heard there’s opps, heard there’s opps about, me and Trizz been doin’ up drills
You can’t step, you can’t step like us man, that might get you killed
Dip, splash man, just get man pilled
Dip, splash man, just do it with skill
Love 8 ball shots ‘pon Wooly
Then I grab me a slush, a cheesy patty, and a jerk chicken, I’m goody
I might shoob man up, leave man shoobied (Ching)
Plus I 2 step in my hooodie (Two)
Dem man reject, I might reflect, dem man never been from my hoodie
Amm pack, hotbox
My bro lost a half in a crockpot
I done fucked your bitch, she a thot, thot
Taken ’nuff trips to the opp block
4 bags that’s petty
10 bags, man get shelly
Zone 2 step, man get it correct, do it how we did it already (Ching)
Zone 2 step, man get it correct, do it for lunch and brekky (Ching, ching, ching)
This one’s skinny like matchsticks, and, this one’s ugly like Betty
Zone 2 step, do it for lunch and brekky (Ching, ching, ching)
This one’s skinny like matchsticks, and, this one’s ugly like Betty