Big Lesson (feat. Milly95 & J Boy)

Big Lesson (feat. Milly95 & J Boy) - Ard Adz Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Ard Adz]

Violate, you learn a big lesson

Big shank, stuff it in my slim denim

If it wasn't for my son akh, I would have shot every member in - (Shh)

Touch the road with some big weapons

Grab the botty or the fifth seventh

Gliding with the botty trying to hit melons

Riding for my brudda in a split second

These brudda's get poked up, rub and die

Me, I got poked but I'm loving life

Motherfucker I'm gutter

I'm praying to the world all you fuckers die

I could rob jewels, that's dirty shine

You can't be on the block when you're thirty-nine

I hope my opps die thirty times

Headshot, now you look circumcised

[?] Where's your figures then?

I used to gear up, clapping with my nigga - (Shh)

Throw the box in the River Thames

You got a big mouth but I've got a bigger skeng

I'm in the back of the Benzo

I'mma street fight, let Ryu and Ken know

Dirty let the .45 tear off your Kenzo

All knuckledusters clutching your temples



[Verse 2 - Milly95]

Fake thug

No love

You get the slug

Time to ride we clutch those

Touch road

Chrome sitting but my nut's close

The streets was our playground

Forward ten years, new toys, same streets

But niggas ain't playing games now

Here's something bout Milly

No sweets for the stick, they ain't coming out with me

Close calls, I know all about sticky

If the feds kick the door we've gotta fly the [?]

So all you know is I still spit this nice

I'm popping off like a twelfth gauge with twin pipes

I'm popping off, man dropped everything in sight

You the bitch type

You faggots rock jeans that are skin-tight

So tell a boy "Sekkle your skin"

The kind of pump I came with you couldn't get in the gym

Got nicked, never thought about telling a thing

And when I never had baggies I used to sell it in cling

Till I'm a rich nigga

I'll be in the crop house, Latex and stiff scissors

I need at least six figures

Loose lips sink ships but I can bet my life bullets make them sink quicker

So lets try reason as men

I just beat this case, I don't need me again

And you'll never see it coming cah the flick knife black

It's small like this and it flick like that



[Verse 3 - J Boy]

Niggas stepping out of line

Lived a life of crime before you ever hear me rhyme

Yeah I pull up on time if you're fucking with my shine

Jugg knows how to hustle, yeah it's all about the grind

I ain't with the play-play shit

I'll spin your four-door like some Beyblade shit

Done graveyard shifts

Outside man's crib

We've gotta make him think twice bout the life you live

Fake J Jugg, I flip buj on them back roads

With Judge in the whip full of them cracked bones

Old school, was a rebel on a pedal

New school, flashy whip, push the pedal to the metal

Been up in the ends, lost a couple friends

Them man are funny man, don't par with them

Same niggas that were dissing the dead

Tables turned now you're missing your friend

Getting active in the ends, that's just how life goes

No fear, still walk about my road

Tell them don't dare try step on my toes

Or we pull up on volts, serving man smoke

Young nigga I was raised in the A

Where we don't see a lot of sunny days

Cold world but we still play the game

I'mma beat up on the grind till they put me in the grave