Sydney Yungins ft. Mac11 – Send Em

Sydney Yungins ft. Mac11 – Send Em
Lyrics Letra:

My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it?
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest?
They talk that talk on gas but them boys they ain’t got no triggers
They act like they in trenches but them boys ain’t got no diggers
Like spot the difference
Onefour, we still active, we still earching (active)
If I ain’t out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working
My crew still in the trap, flippin’ packs, this and that
Heard there’s runners here in my hood, how can they run lad, without tax?
And if we’re talking scores (scores)
Hashtag facts (facts)
Like who got robbed at Cat’s? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks (don’t run, don’t run)
J_emz took that triple out with a stick (hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
H-how can I call them opps? (Ay)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs (woof)
No way I can be like dem
I got my bros like Drake & Josh (my brothers)
And all this talk about smoke
How come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got
Got no hesitation (none)
I ride or die for my block (of course)
These critics claim that we fakin’ it
But won’t live a day in my socks (no way)
I was on the streets since fifteen (huh)
Tryna force a shiv on these opps (who’s that?)
Earching everyday on them dogs
Like who really wants to get got? (Who?)
Can’t affiliate with a friend of an opp
That bridge gets burned (burned it)
One them youngins took that trip
And phoned our line saying, “Kill confirmed” (ha ha)
He was out for his stripes
And on that night that villain’s respect was earned
Now he’s doing a stretch for the gang
Can’t wait for the day that he makes a return (free him)
Deacon Chef, he’s a OneFour rider
See him tryna make a dip like Tyga (dip, dip)
Like who’s that opp on the block?
Loot that fuck boy shit like striper
We them rowdy boys like piper
Got a venomous bite, no viper
See me leading the pack like a captain
At the front of the field like a striker (ah, ah)
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it? (Like who wants it?)
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest? (Ay)
They talk that talk on gas
But them boys they ain’t got no triggers (nah)
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain’t got no diggers (nah)
Like spot the difference
My district has too much drillers (too much)
Like who wants it? (Who wants it?)
Like who wants war with Sydney’s realest? (Huh?)
They talk that talk on gas
But them boys they ain’t got no triggers (nah)
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain’t got no diggers (ay, ay)
Like spot the difference
Run through houses, kick down doors like Raptor Squad (boom)
They just talk backstage, bring cameras on, that’s where these actors from
They’re not frontline
They’re feline, they’re pussies (ha ha)
But I just done mine
Then rewind, and push it (push it, push it, push it)
We violent men, they talk too much, we silence them
Quiet them and plus
This blade will take his life and minus them (ride on them)
They say this shit disgusting but I says we fuckin’ love it (love it)
On site we rush them, time and place
The opps get got in public (run it, run it)
Marchin’, like Russians
Spark it, no bluffin’ (none)
Start it, for nothin’
Run, run when you see us comin’ up
See I still remember (ay)
That day Freddy copped that whack (free him)
They took like fifteen boys to court and all of us got knocked back (yeah)
Yeah, back in the day was shanks and shivs but now we all got that strap
Now I’m hitting the Mounty Bop
On an opp as soon as I clock that back
Opps, they burn when I’m on that track
See I’ve been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free
Now my young Gs loose on the roads
They runnin’ amok like Assassin’s Creed (ching ching)
They scream, “J_EM lad, do something, your boys are a different breed”
Then out comes my name, like YP said, of course I’ma back my Gs (of course)
That side don’t listen, woo
We took this drill thing serious
Now look some of the opps gone missin’
Like why do you think our faces are hidden?
The gang’s on strict conditions
We come through militant, whole crew diligent
Ready to back our district
They hate our rude image
They say my crew’s British
We pull up like “Who’s with it?”
Load that clip like, grr, finish
Been gone for two minutes
Wait, wait lad, stop that car
Gotta hit that gas when

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