"Guns & Kettles" lyrics
Kwengface & French The Kid Lyrics
Hrr
Ayy, French what you tellin' 'em, man?
(Quincy Tellem)
I'm into guns and kettles, that's what I like
Look
Got-got rose gold bells for the hand ting (Woo)
And I got bare new rose gold Carti
Broski tryna blow this farty
And my next bro tryna hide his margie
Can't lie, I don't like to party without my mash, man I do that hardly
Me and bro on the pitch, we're takin' a piss
Comin' like man are Jeff Hardy (Man)
Twenty-five racks in Dior
Thought it was a lot, then said "I must spend more" (Spend again, spend again, spend again)
Nine in the clip, thought "What for?"
It was a lot but I need much more
I heard certain man went and left their squad
They weren't doin' shit anyway
Them guys ain't real, they do it for girls
I'll trade 'em for quickie anyday
Broski still ridin' off safety
Bang that ting 'til his hand goes lazy (Braap)
They say that my flow too wavy
Double tie that one quick, too crazy (Double tie)
Only step out my house for money
Still on my shit, yeah, fuck you, pay me (Ay)
How they rap and lie and rap and die (Liar) will forever amaze me (Mad)
No basic drip, my free to spin just matchin' my kicks
No basic bitch, matchin' swag, got hers and his (Ay, come 'ere)
Flint knife when I diced down Liz and a big rambo when I diced down pricks (dickdickdip)
I'ma need your size nine kicks, laces too with a extra- (Braap)
Guns and kettles (Baap)
No way this beef can settle (No)
If I rise this stick and I bun man skin it will sting way more than nettles (Braap)
And with guns we settle
Try press on the spray like Dettol
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Yeah, got ran down, came back with a kettle
Raise the travelers, raise the boys that think about toys and just care 'bout guns
I ain't runnin' with a flick, bro's runnin' with a clip for the stick that we rip 'til a prick gets bunned
Never really cared 'bout the shit that you done
What you do when there's smoke in your lungs?
I don't care 'bout trap, I don't care 'bout funds
Son, back out your mash or run
Family man 'til I'm back with the gang and a part bit of grass 'til his face in the crad
Now I gotta leave 'cah they say that I'm lad
Fuck it, pick up the shh then baow
Make no sign
Broski I swear that I seen them in time
Now I gotta make a lil' call for the vinyl
Stuck to the plan when he got ran down (Down)
Guns and kettles (Baap)
No way this beef can settle (No)
If I rise this stick and I bun man skin it will sting way more than nettles (Braap)
And with guns we settle
Try press on the spray like Dettol
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Yeah, got ran down, came back with a kettle
And with guns we settle
Way this-, no-no-
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Will sting way more than-, way more than nettles
And with guns we settle
No way this beef can settle
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Sting way more than nettles
Ayy, French what you tellin' 'em, man?
(Quincy Tellem)
I'm into guns and kettles, that's what I like
Look
Got-got rose gold bells for the hand ting (Woo)
And I got bare new rose gold Carti
Broski tryna blow this farty
And my next bro tryna hide his margie
Can't lie, I don't like to party without my mash, man I do that hardly
Me and bro on the pitch, we're takin' a piss
Comin' like man are Jeff Hardy (Man)
Twenty-five racks in Dior
Thought it was a lot, then said "I must spend more" (Spend again, spend again, spend again)
Nine in the clip, thought "What for?"
It was a lot but I need much more
I heard certain man went and left their squad
They weren't doin' shit anyway
Them guys ain't real, they do it for girls
I'll trade 'em for quickie anyday
Broski still ridin' off safety
Bang that ting 'til his hand goes lazy (Braap)
They say that my flow too wavy
Double tie that one quick, too crazy (Double tie)
Only step out my house for money
Still on my shit, yeah, fuck you, pay me (Ay)
How they rap and lie and rap and die (Liar) will forever amaze me (Mad)
No basic drip, my free to spin just matchin' my kicks
No basic bitch, matchin' swag, got hers and his (Ay, come 'ere)
Flint knife when I diced down Liz and a big rambo when I diced down pricks (dickdickdip)
I'ma need your size nine kicks, laces too with a extra- (Braap)
Guns and kettles (Baap)
No way this beef can settle (No)
If I rise this stick and I bun man skin it will sting way more than nettles (Braap)
And with guns we settle
Try press on the spray like Dettol
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Yeah, got ran down, came back with a kettle
Raise the travelers, raise the boys that think about toys and just care 'bout guns
I ain't runnin' with a flick, bro's runnin' with a clip for the stick that we rip 'til a prick gets bunned
Never really cared 'bout the shit that you done
What you do when there's smoke in your lungs?
I don't care 'bout trap, I don't care 'bout funds
Son, back out your mash or run
Family man 'til I'm back with the gang and a part bit of grass 'til his face in the crad
Now I gotta leave 'cah they say that I'm lad
Fuck it, pick up the shh then baow
Make no sign
Broski I swear that I seen them in time
Now I gotta make a lil' call for the vinyl
Stuck to the plan when he got ran down (Down)
Guns and kettles (Baap)
No way this beef can settle (No)
If I rise this stick and I bun man skin it will sting way more than nettles (Braap)
And with guns we settle
Try press on the spray like Dettol
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Yeah, got ran down, came back with a kettle
And with guns we settle
Way this-, no-no-
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Will sting way more than-, way more than nettles
And with guns we settle
No way this beef can settle
Jump in the ride, bro stays with the metal
Sting way more than nettles
