Zone 2 - Skitz Lyrics

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[Intro: Trizzac]
Haha, Trizzac, you know who it is
Zone 2, HitSquad, some Pecknarm shit
Get shot in the face for fun, ha
More time you’re gonna need to be resuscitated

[Chorus: Trizzac]
We crazy and we skitz, them guys already knew this
Get burnt off like rizz’, them man run when they see the fizz
We crazy and we skitz, twin barrel, that’s jumbo Twix
Pecknarm, Zone 2 shits, that’s hella chings, hella dips (Ching)
We crazy and we skitz, them guys already knew this (They did)
Get burnt off like rizz’, them man run when they see the fizz (Grr, bow)
We crazy and we skitz, twin barrel, that’s jumbo Twix
Pecknarm, Zone 2 shits, that’s hella chings, hella dips (Ching, ching)

[Verse 1: Narsty]
Like, I get active (Active), I do backflips, I do a mad ting, I do a mad ting (Mad, mad)
And man talking, like, they weren’t talking right, so we wrapped him (Ayy, ayy)
And this gyallie on me like my rammy on me, but she acting (How you mean?)
Had to sort it out, then I whacked it (Ayy, ayy)
Like, boom-bow with the boom-bow with the corn by the corner (Clap, bap)
Like jakes on me for the drugs and the ***** got them hot like a sauna (Loud man)
And that girl there be belling my line, never once that I called her (Never, never)
Man pull up, crash, khalas, then I holla at Borer
Dip man’s head, dip man’s flesh, no sign of cross in no church
Bridges a-get burnt (Ayy), ten, ten toes, a man lurk
Ten-ten that work (Trap, trap), ten-ten and get jerked (Whoo)
You got the ten-ten, you’ll get jerked
A man dip, dip and then swerve (Skeet)
Fuck it (Fuck it), grab a Nina then bruck it
Got love for my Brandon ting (Ayy), madness ting
Love the way that she suck it
Fuck it (Ayy), grab a nine-bar then bruck it
Got love for my Brandon ting, madness ting
Love the way that she suck it
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: Trizzac]
They know Trizz, I’ve been tightening screws (Bow), run a man down, racking up rappers
Then bop back to the 2 (Back to the 2), they see pom-poms on their block
No, chill, he’s part of the crew, they see pom-poms on their block
Trust me, they already know who (Trizzla)
I want shanks, I want swords, I want guns and rockets (I want all of it)
They ran, okay, we know that, but their shank game’s oh so bollocks
Like, it ain’t hard to remove the bag and back the strap, I swear, detach man’s stomach (Bow)
Dip, dip, splash, splash, all that blood could fill up a bucket (Ching, ching)

[?], hold that steady (Steady), grab man for the scores and red-ies
In the
[?] at the back, there’s a semi (Mad)
Free K2, he was touchin’ them bellies
Stay in gang for the pounds and pennies (The P’s)
Grab the broom, but my room ain’t messy (The work)
It ain’t light, it’s dark and heavy
Talk about whoops, but you ain’t done any (None)
Fuck it, grab the bruck back, then I bruck it
Superbad like McLovin
Get the slugs then I start stuffin’
Fuck it, grab the bruck back, then I bruck it
Superbad like McLovin
Get the slugs then I start stuffin’