Kwengface x PS Hitsquad - Petrol Station Lyrics
Bow
Woo
Scratch mixed it
Zim zimmer
(Jump).
Jump out of dingers
Jump out of the Rolls Royce (Litty)
I'm in this town for a show
But the kit kats lookin' at me like a dope boy (Mad)
Man shown 'nuff love to the youngers
And if anything man rub out the old boys (Nah)
These bells leave a shatter no Wale
Bam-bam, step out and fling them stones, boys
(Brap brap brap)
Make man's girl turn video vixen (Umm-umm)
Two hands on a .9, two hands on a dots
Either way tryna bun up this district
(Brap brap brap)
Tryna blow mans head right off his shoulders
Close, I don't know about distance
(Oi, come here)
My Latino ting's sexy as fuck
But it's mad, she can barely speak English (Come here)
Ying, swing, ching, the the dip dip
Dot dot slapped it was Kweng that did this
True say I had to flow like Gully
Flow too cold man, he comin' too different
(Ying dat ying dat)
My old ting said I'm too different
We had to part ways becah' I'm too distant
I do hour trips in fifteen minutes
M-way lanes, man rip them
I'm in the T-house making this paper
So I can't see you later (Mad)
If you rock with my opps your a traitor
I use to use a big ting gauge and cater
Had bells on the block for a waiter
And also a trader (Umm umm)
Black mask on my face, Darth Vader
I'm on the dark side with my big lightsaber
(Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh).
(Like)
Shell it (Bang), like a petrol station (Bark it)
I got the dark with light (Who?), light with dark (Who?)
Ain't no segregation (Trapping)
Bro got white (Ayy), no Caucasian (Nah)
Green light, Liam Neeson taken
(Green light)
Shook and now they're all shaken (Oh shit)
Get cooked there lookin' at bacon
(Brap brap brap)
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (Come here)
Mmm, amazing (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
(Brap brap)
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you all of them racing
(Skrr skrr)
Oh my, oh my man I got too high and I missed probation
(Muad).
Yay uh yay look
Look zim zimmer (Zim zimmer)
Me and X in a droptop bimmer (Skkrt skkrt)
I skid round there in a dinger (Ahh)
But fuck that cah the feds to inner (Woo)
1 tune minimum 5 figure (Racks)
But can't you remember I was a drug dealer (Damn)
Dem man Japanese godzilla (Oh shit)
Bad bitch she told me she want Fila (Brap)
That's my nigga, you know he a killa (Bruce)
He just stepped out a moving vehicle (Brap)
Huh, glee, cheerful (Ching)
Hitsquad got the streets all fearful
I just seen Justin in a rear-view
Flashback I bet it can scare you (Oh shit)
You better move careful
Listen to PS, you get an earful (P)
Can't lie, love a brownin', brownin' (Ooh ooh)
She love how man's sounding (Yay)
Me and Kweng in the booth just shoutin' (Agh)
That's a hundred thousand (Racks)
Get a man down then I'm outing
What's in my Dsquared's, what's in my trousers (Ay)
Off-white bit less than a thousand (Off-white)
Still pulling up to their houses
Still do it like Stormzy, gory, gory (Oh shit)
Brexit, I'm like a Tory, shoot shoot, I do it like Tory
What is the story? (Balamory)
Surely their all kids for me
Father I don't need a Maury
Kayos Karma, he don't need a sword he gory (Oh shit).
Shell it, like a petrol station
I got the dark with light, light with dark
Ain't no segregation
Bro got white, no Caucasian
Green light, Liam Neeson taken
Shook and now they're all shaken
Get cooked there lookin' at bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda
(Come here)
Mmm, amazing (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
(Brap brap brap)
Put on my latex
Step to the pavement, I bet you all of them racing
(Skrr skrr)
Oh my, oh my man I got too high and I missed probation (Mad).
MUSIC VIDEO Kwengface x PS Hitsquad - Petrol Station
Woo
Scratch mixed it
Zim zimmer
(Jump).
Jump out of dingers
Jump out of the Rolls Royce (Litty)
I'm in this town for a show
But the kit kats lookin' at me like a dope boy (Mad)
Man shown 'nuff love to the youngers
And if anything man rub out the old boys (Nah)
These bells leave a shatter no Wale
Bam-bam, step out and fling them stones, boys
(Brap brap brap)
Make man's girl turn video vixen (Umm-umm)
Two hands on a .9, two hands on a dots
Either way tryna bun up this district
(Brap brap brap)
Tryna blow mans head right off his shoulders
Close, I don't know about distance
(Oi, come here)
My Latino ting's sexy as fuck
But it's mad, she can barely speak English (Come here)
Ying, swing, ching, the the dip dip
Dot dot slapped it was Kweng that did this
True say I had to flow like Gully
Flow too cold man, he comin' too different
(Ying dat ying dat)
My old ting said I'm too different
We had to part ways becah' I'm too distant
I do hour trips in fifteen minutes
M-way lanes, man rip them
I'm in the T-house making this paper
So I can't see you later (Mad)
If you rock with my opps your a traitor
I use to use a big ting gauge and cater
Had bells on the block for a waiter
And also a trader (Umm umm)
Black mask on my face, Darth Vader
I'm on the dark side with my big lightsaber
(Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh).
(Like)
Shell it (Bang), like a petrol station (Bark it)
I got the dark with light (Who?), light with dark (Who?)
Ain't no segregation (Trapping)
Bro got white (Ayy), no Caucasian (Nah)
Green light, Liam Neeson taken
(Green light)
Shook and now they're all shaken (Oh shit)
Get cooked there lookin' at bacon
(Brap brap brap)
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (Come here)
Mmm, amazing (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
(Brap brap)
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you all of them racing
(Skrr skrr)
Oh my, oh my man I got too high and I missed probation
(Muad).
Yay uh yay look
Look zim zimmer (Zim zimmer)
Me and X in a droptop bimmer (Skkrt skkrt)
I skid round there in a dinger (Ahh)
But fuck that cah the feds to inner (Woo)
1 tune minimum 5 figure (Racks)
But can't you remember I was a drug dealer (Damn)
Dem man Japanese godzilla (Oh shit)
Bad bitch she told me she want Fila (Brap)
That's my nigga, you know he a killa (Bruce)
He just stepped out a moving vehicle (Brap)
Huh, glee, cheerful (Ching)
Hitsquad got the streets all fearful
I just seen Justin in a rear-view
Flashback I bet it can scare you (Oh shit)
You better move careful
Listen to PS, you get an earful (P)
Can't lie, love a brownin', brownin' (Ooh ooh)
She love how man's sounding (Yay)
Me and Kweng in the booth just shoutin' (Agh)
That's a hundred thousand (Racks)
Get a man down then I'm outing
What's in my Dsquared's, what's in my trousers (Ay)
Off-white bit less than a thousand (Off-white)
Still pulling up to their houses
Still do it like Stormzy, gory, gory (Oh shit)
Brexit, I'm like a Tory, shoot shoot, I do it like Tory
What is the story? (Balamory)
Surely their all kids for me
Father I don't need a Maury
Kayos Karma, he don't need a sword he gory (Oh shit).
Shell it, like a petrol station
I got the dark with light, light with dark
Ain't no segregation
Bro got white, no Caucasian
Green light, Liam Neeson taken
Shook and now they're all shaken
Get cooked there lookin' at bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda
(Come here)
Mmm, amazing (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
(Brap brap brap)
Put on my latex
Step to the pavement, I bet you all of them racing
(Skrr skrr)
Oh my, oh my man I got too high and I missed probation (Mad).
MUSIC VIDEO Kwengface x PS Hitsquad - Petrol Station