[Flame] 🔥 Zone 2 - Most Hated Lyrics
[Intro: PS & Narsty]
Them man there just sound like us, us
Are you deaf, are you lost? (Bow)
Them man there just sound like us
Most hated gang, TSG van
Tryna put hands in cuffs (Oh shit)
How come the opps don’t learn? (Like)
How much the opps get touched?
It’s like they won’t stop ’till them man get dropped
Wait, fuck, isn’t that HitSquad? (Ugh)
[Chorus: PS & Narsty]
Are you deaf, are you lost? (Ugh)
Them man there just sound like us (Trust me)
Most hated gang, TSG van
Tryna put hands in cuffs (Fuck grumbles)
How come the opps don’t learn? (Learn?)
How much the opps get touched?
It’s like they won’t stop ’till them man get dropped
Wait, fuck, isn’t that HitSquad? (Like)
[Verse 1: Narsty]
See man just jugg (Narsty!)
Bill the phones , now I’m out
TT flips, and no remix (Whoo, whoo)
Like I’m tryna lock off this town
And mandem talkin’ that sound (Whoo)
Mandem ride with their mouths (‘Llow it)
Buss a two step, a man two flex
I like to sex and I’m out (Two)
Give me two secs, take a few steps
And the brucky’s due to come out (Clap)
A man added K just the other day
Man, they really need to cut it out (Clap, bap)
And man be smokin’ that loud
With your girlfriend, got it round
In my bedroom screamin’ out (Ayy, ayy)
In my bedroom screamin’ out (Ayy, ayy), like (Narsty!)
Wrote sixteen but I scrapped dat, trap mash
Brownie ting with the fat back
Brown skin girl, gotta tap dat
Big re-te, make noise, like, “Clap, bap” (Bap)
‘nough gyal from Birms give me hat, hat (Whoo)
You’re not from the block, you need a sat-nav
You are not from the block, you need a sat-nav
[Chorus: PS]
Are you deaf, are you lost?
Them man there just sound like us
Most hated gang, TSG van
Tryna put hands in cuffs
How come the opps don’t learn?
How much the opps get touched?
It’s like they won’t stop ’til a man gets dropped
Wait, fuck, isn’t that HitSquad? (Ugh)
Are you deaf, are you lost? (Ugh)
Them man there just sound like us (Trust me)
Most hated gang, TSG van
Tryna put hands in cuffs (Fuck grumbles)
How come the opps don’t learn? (Ugh)
How much the opps get touched?
It’s like they won’t stop ’til a man gets dropped (P)
Wait, fuck, isn’t that HitSquad? (Like)
[Verse 2: PS]
Man, I got nicked (Ugh), there’s a whole loadda reasons (Loadda them)
Known for the shavings, so in the station
The feds know I ain’t speaking (Shh)
I just hit my cell (Ugh), and think, “Well” (Oh well)
“I just hope that I’m leaving” (Trust me)
My cell’s all cold, I’m sleepin’ (I’m cold)
Wake up, land road on a G ting (Road)
Hit straps with Kenz, clap back to the ends
What you know about *****? (What you know about?)
Man might—man might clap the stick
Man back out the flick, put the total teeth in (Bow, bow)
Peng-peng so cute, phone two, and you know I’m jeetin’
Trident’s all on to me, ’cause they know that I fish
And they know that I’m known for the beefin’ (Woof, ugh, like)
Mad akh, man chat shit, hold suttin’ in your backpack (Like hold dat)
Get a cap with the strap like a snapback (Bow)
And I trap mash, tryna get fat racks
All blacked out, little green on me (Green on me)
Straight up, have a G lean, donny (No)
Know who? You ain’t see P go
Couldn’t give a fuck if you get your whole team on me
Fuck your whole squad, got gang too (HitSquad)
If I slip, fuck runnin’, I’ma bang you (Man, trust me)
Don’t slip, more time, two nanks out (Two nanks out)
And I got a fat kitch’, or a fat yout’ (Woof)
Fuck your whole squad, got gang too (HitSquad)
If I slip, fuck runnin’, I’ma bang you (Trust me)
Don’t slip, more time, two nanks out (Two nanks out)
And I got a fat kitch’, or a fat yout’ (Woof)
[Chorus: PS]
Are you deaf, are you lost? (Ugh)
Them man there just sound like us (Trust me)
Most hated gang, TSG van
Tryna put hands in cuffs
How come the opps don’t learn? (Ugh)
How much the opps get touched?
It’s like they won’t stop ’till them man get dropped
Wait, fuck, isn’t that HitSquad? (Woof)