"Bullseye" lyrics
Trizz & Kwengface Lyrics
This dot-dot came from the pikeys
Opp boys lit, that's highly unlikely
Swing, ching, dip di-di-dip-dip
Two shanks up, woulda thought I was Siamese
Withheld number phoning the Nokia
How much you wanna bet it's a cat at the phone box?
I couldn't go the bando that way
I had to go that way 'cause of the road blocks
If I pull that shank from my balls
Flick that in your eye, man call that a bullseye
Blow that whistle three times, but it ain't full-time
Govs on the wing try break up a scrap
So I turned to the left and I gave him a headbutt
88Vape don't get me high but it sure as hell done gave me a head rush
Shanks out cases, swings at faces
If you're gonna run, better tie them laces
Mask and gloves, we don't leave no traces
Why the fuck do you think that we got 'em?
Done me a mazza then hopped in the taxi
Good job my hammy's like a minute away
I had to ditch my bike and leave it
Fuck it, it couldn't get driven away
Ambo's spazzing, handys clapping
It holds seventeen but I keep fourteen so the ting ain't jamming
If you ain't scored on an opp
And you're from my block then you can't be rapping
Bro don't lie in the booth, just tell us the truth, we don't care about talent
Nah, we don't care about
Have you ever seen a man running to the shop
Then jump head first, straight over the tills?
We put a crop in your baby mum's crib
Then give her some weed and help with the bills
If you're sucking my dick, best come with talent
I'll send you back home if you ain't got skills
Stephen said that his car broke down
Can I drop to the door 'cause he ain't got wheels
Man ah just two-man step, two-man, get a man drenched
He tried run, he tried run, got stretched
Dip, dip in a man's flesh
Bro, I'm a vet, done it upsuh, huh, and a man done it on ends
Bro, I'm like James St Patrick, uh, uh, suit, tie and a skeng
Put racks on your head like a Naija party
Wrap up your head like Elley, have man looking like one of them aunties
Bro's just done him up naughty
Fucking on shawty, she wet, feel like I've been trapped in a tsunami
Pulling up with gassed up lighties but I ain't talking 'bout Harlee
I got a call from James and Patrick
They said I'm a ghost, "I've been waiting an hour"
I slashed my pack in the fucking garden
The weather app said there's no chance of a shower
I put the RS3 in Eco, I don't want it fast, I just want it to cruise
Crackhead came with only his socks on
I was like, "Yo, bro, where are your shoes?"
Dishing out crack to the pregnant lady
Nah, I don't care 'bout your baby, darling
Peter just come for some crack
But he's an alky so he came with a Carling
I was in jail on Christmas Day, eating my snacks with a DVD
Gov said that he smells weed in my cell
He'd spray some Febreze if he was me
This dot-dot came from the pikeys
Opp boys lit, that's highly unlikely
Swing, ching, dip di-di-dip-dip
Two shanks up, woulda thought I was Siamese
Withheld number phoning the Nokia
How much you wanna bet it's a cat at the phone box?
I couldn't go the bando that way
I had to go that way 'cause of the road blocks
Opp boys lit, that's highly unlikely
Swing, ching, dip di-di-dip-dip
Two shanks up, woulda thought I was Siamese
Withheld number phoning the Nokia
How much you wanna bet it's a cat at the phone box?
I couldn't go the bando that way
I had to go that way 'cause of the road blocks
If I pull that shank from my balls
Flick that in your eye, man call that a bullseye
Blow that whistle three times, but it ain't full-time
Govs on the wing try break up a scrap
So I turned to the left and I gave him a headbutt
88Vape don't get me high but it sure as hell done gave me a head rush
Shanks out cases, swings at faces
If you're gonna run, better tie them laces
Mask and gloves, we don't leave no traces
Why the fuck do you think that we got 'em?
Done me a mazza then hopped in the taxi
Good job my hammy's like a minute away
I had to ditch my bike and leave it
Fuck it, it couldn't get driven away
Ambo's spazzing, handys clapping
It holds seventeen but I keep fourteen so the ting ain't jamming
If you ain't scored on an opp
And you're from my block then you can't be rapping
Bro don't lie in the booth, just tell us the truth, we don't care about talent
Nah, we don't care about
Have you ever seen a man running to the shop
Then jump head first, straight over the tills?
We put a crop in your baby mum's crib
Then give her some weed and help with the bills
If you're sucking my dick, best come with talent
I'll send you back home if you ain't got skills
Stephen said that his car broke down
Can I drop to the door 'cause he ain't got wheels
Man ah just two-man step, two-man, get a man drenched
He tried run, he tried run, got stretched
Dip, dip in a man's flesh
Bro, I'm a vet, done it upsuh, huh, and a man done it on ends
Bro, I'm like James St Patrick, uh, uh, suit, tie and a skeng
Put racks on your head like a Naija party
Wrap up your head like Elley, have man looking like one of them aunties
Bro's just done him up naughty
Fucking on shawty, she wet, feel like I've been trapped in a tsunami
Pulling up with gassed up lighties but I ain't talking 'bout Harlee
I got a call from James and Patrick
They said I'm a ghost, "I've been waiting an hour"
I slashed my pack in the fucking garden
The weather app said there's no chance of a shower
I put the RS3 in Eco, I don't want it fast, I just want it to cruise
Crackhead came with only his socks on
I was like, "Yo, bro, where are your shoes?"
Dishing out crack to the pregnant lady
Nah, I don't care 'bout your baby, darling
Peter just come for some crack
But he's an alky so he came with a Carling
I was in jail on Christmas Day, eating my snacks with a DVD
Gov said that he smells weed in my cell
He'd spray some Febreze if he was me
This dot-dot came from the pikeys
Opp boys lit, that's highly unlikely
Swing, ching, dip di-di-dip-dip
Two shanks up, woulda thought I was Siamese
Withheld number phoning the Nokia
How much you wanna bet it's a cat at the phone box?
I couldn't go the bando that way
I had to go that way 'cause of the road blocks
