Zico (HS) - Harlem Realist

Song Rating: 9.77/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook: MizOrMac]
Spartans realist
Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
Its kenny bop when man ride on gems

[Verse 1: Zico]
Grab the gloves and that hoodie
Spartans ku I mean fully
Go by the name of zeeks boogie
Splash man down and then boogie
Shouts to opps them man bully
Man kenny bop like whats goody
Amnesia buds and that cookie
We flexing far for them wookies
We splash gg and bells
Naghz Max with that 12
MizOrMac with the swords
Gang gang man thats hell
Free the mandem in jail
Put food all up on them scales
See dem man there they move sonic
Got red knuckles for them tails

[Hook: MizOrMac]
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
Its kenny bop when man ride on gems

[Verse 2: Bis]
Every days misch mash
Ten toes from them slags
Junkies now grandad
Different kits and they cat
SA MizOrMac, splash
Dip them man and they lag
Naghz Max, Ku to the max
Dont you know bro like that
Me and SA smile when my man drop


Shouldve got gwop
Old boy KuKu bop with da ting from cod
Look, when beef comes man rides
Spartans bop and make them man cry
Got Naghz Max on my side
Free up super Sav, thats my guy
We dont snitch on gangs, you two lie

[Hook: MizOrMac]
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
Its kenny bop when man ride on gems

[Verse 3: MizOrMac]
Man down, possessed possessed
Like the devil sent medals after them metals sits in your chest
Pedal pedal from feds
Done mortor way with that peng
Im on kenny lane with some vex M, Bud, Nino with skeng
Ten toes on gems
We creeped up before it was opps and it was my friends
Jugg, money, money and skengs
My life is ments
He was running and ducking and ducking until he just ran out of breath
Skengs pon peds
You aint shot then you wouldve been dead
I miss my friends
I felt dumb and clumsy
Let it off in my rim just over my bench
That Glock corn is intense
That day if I step
Corn would have kick out a big mans chest
Harlem Spartans get bread
See dickheads trip up drop and get cheffed

[Hook: MizOrMac] x2
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
Its kenny bop when man ride on gems

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 19:39