Get Gone - SMRA

Get to the gone Under the gun Drop in drop out Get to the gone Get to the gone It's just the way you wanna be Under the gun It's just the way to be Drop in Drop out To begin with it's killing me Killing the one thing I know this to be I fly I fly Around the World Through the night sky I feel the end The ending is near Relations Die One Mile Ten thousand miles Makes no difference Changes more changes Get to it Get to the gone You get it Get to become A relic A cynic An addict Automatic destruction Get to it Get to the gone You get it Get to become The static The Metal The hell Get to get it Sensation

M1OnTheBeat Rah, it's BKay Zeno music, all day, everyday Flick my finger like Deku (Flick it) Two samurai's like Deadpool, Dench man live on the mains, I'm mental (ching) Hop out the car and mend it, David Beckham man bend it Fuck with the opps, get bun with the opps, I ain't got time for selection (No chance) Aim that wap, at one direction Now the whole groups singing, bitching, are you kidding? Get that drop, stuff the whip with my children (Get it in there) ST with the mop, wring it like you're cleaning Double tap that dots, now my Oyster card ain't beeping Man don't rap with a fuckboy, stop asking for a feature Opps gonna ride with a shank, we gonna ride with a beater (Bow) Have fun with your Z, I need a half box or Nina (Trap) Slap that corn off one time, then it's back to the bando, clean up We don't park it off, we stay with it and bark it off Broad day we'll clart it off, back in the ride, laugh it off Bitch no you can't smoke this spliff but you can hold this dick Now she wanna hold this stick, if feds come she gon' turn Jorja Smith Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Let's go O and bore these pricks, Trap in my spot, you're more than pissed Wrapping up grub I don't need love, I need to get down all these plugs Hoopty stuff with tugs and snubs, get round there and cause that fuss Take that step, it's all on us, Trident all on us Line man up like I'm fishing I can't air no drops like Apple (No chance) Kidnap yutes, put man in shackles, whack mans men and set an example Extend this arm, course I'm bodily harming Run from me, don't make me laugh I'mma swing this driller, hand on my heart (Promise) If they're riding patterned I ain't putting my foot in that whip (No chance) Don't take that risk, run up on me, I see you at six (On the news) I'm a fucking demon, slap corn, just sing like Dubzy (Ayy) I'll fry man like Kentucky, 9 gang on a whole load of fuckery Take that shot, we get the picture, clean up that mix-up Get tripped up then dipped up Kick that door, I can tell you 'bout stick ups (Let's see) Let's see who this dotty gon' lift up or leave man flat like a sit up Stay indoors, don't get hit up Get 'round there, let's see who's realer Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs M1OnTheBeat Rah, it's BKay