NORTHCYDE SOLDIERS III ft. Loki Wildin & Synsy Lyrics

Loki Wildin in this bleached

I'm a faux bimbo

Might just take yo bitch and then yo man

I go akimbo

Can go solo anytime, but two just turned to trio

He wanted this smoke from me

We call that bitch boy Greedo

Tweakin' on my witch shit

Imma give you Bayonetta

Cookin' green in my pot

I'm a NORTHCYDE soldier repper

Smokin' out the vermin

Leave some holes up on your sweater

We gon' do what we do

Give a fuck about no meta

Talm bout you got drip

Imma put you on that IV

NCS like online drop exclusive

You can't try these

Nobody gon' get the slip

Wish a bitch would try me

Couldn't paint a better picture

Twin that shit Joe, bitch I'm Spike lee

My beats are the guns

The verses we write the ammunition

Flows that we on

The bars that we spit with quick succession

They ain't like us

I don't think we share the same profession

Shoot for the stars

But you won't get far, my premonition

This flow armageddon

I'm sick of you hoe

Stacking my bread

Like a baker with dough

Prepare for the wreckage

I'm getting within it

It's all for the taking

I'm finding yo home

Tell me what's the deal

These boys steppin' up with weapons?

Your shit about as useful as a torn up Smith & Wesson

Man, all of you fuckboys just lost poise

You get no praise for your clapped voice

The day you gon' stop Imma rejoice

Don't reach out at my cold fronts

Madrid the way Imma keep it real

King of Europe I'm flexed up

Baseball how I grip the steel

Imma strike out with that big pump

Top scorer in this big league

Stay iced out like Chi-Chi

Cha-ching the sound my wallet makes

When I'm at the bar she say "Please me"

Kick to the dome make him spin like a carousel

Rolly still gliding my timing will always tell

Crown on my wrist

I'm the king of this shit

NCS boys on that ignorant tip

Locked and loaded

Passed the phone

I'm ready with my clique

My past alone

Sticks and stones

Breaking down the bits

Sever ties when I need my time alone

I stay smashing up the lyrics when I'm typing in the notes

If Synsy in a brawl Imma get in

If Loki's back against the wall Imma step in

Even if it's us against them all I back my bredren

So if you tryna see us fall book us for a fuckin' show in October

You can't hold down the soldiers

We on go, thought I told ya

Bitch you slow like a tortoise, uh

No fuckin' borders

The whole globe our headquarters

So put them N's up to the top

That's an order, uh

"Sir, yes sir!"

That's all that I wanna hear

Had to do a part three

One-two get no love in here

They won't ever catch a stray

Let me say it loud and clear, uh

If you wear a badge I'll always aim between your ears

Yeah fly out to London and hop on a stage

Won't be long till the soldiers out tourin' the States

While they gassin' you up like you big but you ain't

Brotha only your hometown be knowin' ya name

We overseas with this shit

I'm in space how I keep overseeing this shit

And we stay on the grind

We stay schemin' like Rick

Getting paid the objective

I'm fiending for it, uh