Seconds Lyrics – Horrid1
M1OnTheBeat
Yo, listen
Pro-rec-teron, nact
I’m in the booth right now, you know the fuckin’ ting
If you know then we know, NatsGotTracks
I ain’t no commercial rapper, look
Man a commercial stabber
Yo (Gabbana)
It’s astonishin’ how much man that I’ve got on my blade
I’ve got man down on the mains
Take out guts, I ain’t vomitin’ (Hunch’)
Name me a guy who’s stoppin’ him (Who?)
I can say one thing that I’m promisin’
When we buck up the **** again, it’ll be way worse than the gang just robbin’ him (Yeah)
If I’m there, I’m definitely choppin’ him (Yeah, yeah, gabanna)
Gettin’ him, wettin’ him, cheffin’ him, ended him
If he ain’t dead then the cheff that I done was irrelevant
Two man up in a German, backroad swervin’
Score on the opps with elegance (Skrrt, skrrt)
I done it before
Scored on many men, left ’nuff blood on the floor (Blah)
‘022, man don’t count bootins and cheffins unless it’s turnin’ man corpse (Kill him)
Pepper down beef, man brutalise them
Man’s used to knifin’, see them, onsight them (Yeah)
Man’s used to borin’ (Yeah), man put my all in
More time when I get ’round there, I’m scorin’ on them (Bow, bow)
Beg man try skrrt on the ends when I’m there
Everyone knows what will happen
I’ll run out of cribs with the largest thing
Man see them, vanish, not one **** (Yo), he’s a challenge
Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded
Only takes one second
Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that
Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (Yuck)
Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through
Man’s rippin’ it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (Bow, bow)
Bought bare dingers from the block (Yeah, yeah), jump in with weapons
You know TY’s skiddin’ it (Skrrt)
Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded
Only takes one second
Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that
Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (Yuck)
Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through
Man’s rippin’ it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (Bow, bow)
Bought bare dingers from the block (Yeah, yeah), jump in with weapons
You know TY’s skiddin’ it (Skrrt)
If they heard that it was Hunch that cheffed it
They won’t even question the cheffin’, they know that it’s peak (That’s facts)
If you heard Huncho put blades in chest, don’t question my ting blud, you know that it’s peak (That’s facts)
Got the whole West side scared of me ‘cah every time I pull up on them, they retreat (Pussies)
Bruck that, stuff that, buss that
No judge when it’s hammer unless it’s the beat (Grrah, grrah)
Have you ever had three bad hoes on their knees?
Sayin’, ”Please Huncho, put cocky in me” (Yeah, yeah)
And then down all three, I ain’t tryna go home tonight and just beat my meat (Haha)
But fuck all that, imagine if I caught that little shit on the wing with my fist, would’ve broke off his chin (Bow, bow)
Huncho full of rage, I ain’t holdin’ it in
Go opp block on violence and bore man up with my ching (Bore, bore)
I can step with my wetter, but the Beretta, does look better, with this outfit (It does)
You got sixty seconds, I’m countin’
Jump out the whip, I’m tryna pronounce him (Bap, bap)
They say that I’m mental, I went on the pedals
The one that’s used for the mountains (The mountains)
I stepped in the room, he was talkin’ the loudest
I bored him up, why the fuck are you frownin’? (Bored him, bored him)
Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded
Only takes one second
Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that
Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (Yuck)
Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through
Man’s rippin’ it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (Bow, bow)
Bought bare dingers from the block (Yeah, yeah), jump in with weapons
You know TY’s skiddin’ it (Skrrt)
Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded
Only takes one second
Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that
Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (Yuck)
Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through
Man’s rippin’ it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (Bow, bow)
Bought bare dingers from the block (Yeah, yeah), jump in with weapons
You know TY’s skiddin’ it (Skrrt)
Yo, the reason drill’s fuckin’ censored, you know the fuckin’ ting
CGM to the worl’ and back, yeah?
Shoot up a nigga now, dickhead
Boom