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Westwood Crib Session (2019)
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Homerton
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Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV Understand how it's about to go down up in the Crib Session super?heard?hard baby Homerton, Holly?Street, 98's baby KO, V9, Jimmy, Kilo?Keemzo Billy Billions, DA, DLA, Mazza, Hitman Al Chubbino, Stally, understand Out now fam, Drilliam Shakespeare Hardest in the street, let's get it Part 1 How many times did I step with the 12 that month And it weren't December I step tidy, no clue for detectors Bro cheff shiny, hoopties and benders Bells ain't tiny, test my temper Pa** out if shells discharge and enter See opps, don't clock Could've bet you a jacks in the vids like Edgar And bro shots chro' on the solo That's what you call money off of joints, no venture I do it for the b***er, no cocoa Makin' 'em drinks, ain't gone on a bender You're thinkin' of squashing this ting, that's senseless Run and get done when you come to your senses Bro got heat like they ride with sensors Slide, it's me and my members Put metal 'round his neck, I ain't giving him a necklace It's mad how we want them neck-less Gang slide, coming way too restless If we lick shots like lead, not pellets Shoot once, it becomes a fetish Gauge rest dots, not rotten like Ellis Nuttin' worse than a guy that's benchin' I might swing my sword like a fence man Spray this one like a skunk Get hit, turn bud Yuck, he got done, body bruck Double tap it, slap it and ching that c**t Chat on my name, you're nuts I'll stop this whip, hop out, are you dumb? Trip up, I get cheffy I'm a star in the field like Messi Grip that Sammy or semi Get 'round there and I'll hold it steady Pop it off like confetti I get cheffy and bro gets kweffy I get kweffy, bro gets cheffy Press it lightly, don't you break it Hold on, come back, let's blaze him I had a vision like That's So Raven He got-got, the drill was amazing No convo, I'm p*ssed, come raging Free my n***as and free my paigons When we buck, that's blood on these pavements I set it, like I'm baking Ching that down, leave rudeboys baking I love it, I'm skits Slap this wap, watch him dance like a b*t*h Mazza, I'm back for good They wanna know why I ain't been in the hood the bush Got me livin' just like I should I know he wants to leave his friend I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues And they wonder why we drill their friend Bro just tapped it close range Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck Opp boy said he ain't from there But he got caught and then he ran off Drills on drills, I'm just being honest Raincoat on, what I'm doin' is obvious I couldn't tell if it was him or his b*t*h Like swing your ching, we're cuttin' Just got a pack in the AM, flip that chip in Now it's lookin' like Skengdo In the PM with A team slidin' Boys in the hood, you can get it for your friend though Raise up bread, that's a dinger or skeng Shot or cheff, that's hospital bed Homerton 9 involved in crime Get trappy with a 9, we don't talk to feds Itch it in backs and give him some rips Wired to the bed, IV and drip Phone line far from dead Mash work, no ped, only gang can be in these vids All now I'm tryna find where the paigons at Where they at? They're all makin' vids My hands dirty like I need to rinse They don't wanna see gang lurkin' Don't slip or it's curtains Flip my flicky and get busy Or I'm out on the main road servin' Ching man deep, twist and turn it See me a opp, I'll reverse it Seven man stuffed in this five door Tryna air man out or we insert it These yutes ain't learnin' No problem, I'll burs' him All this bad talk on the net But them boys freeze up when they see me in person Latex on, rise up this wagon Running man down tryna crash him Send my arm to complete the drill I'll rise it and I'll bang it Japan ting Leave white tees red or we [?] I'm a savage on my block, real life, no acting Straight jugg, I don't deal with the cards like that But he built me a line and I ran it Tryna leave tops red, dodge them feds That's the plan when we step in that wagon We does the seven in a five door whizz cah the guys on the block too eager Shotty sneezin', it's that season Mop in the ride do a sweep up Look at their guys, they're breezin' I want man red, gotta get him this evenin' So I filled that dinger with members On badness, and that's standard I didn't even deal with that b*t*h She was in the bando cattin' Swing it to bro, let brodie mash it That's a sweet babe 'cause I'm bando baggin' We work, reload and slang it Three brown pebs how the catsdem love it Youngest in charge, of course, they accepted it Buss my gun and get my funds F**k it, let's go and put lead in it [?], it's a blessing Shanked [?] and I read it He got chopped and changed like a edit Sink it in, that's seedy settings It's standard to deliver this badness I'm on the opp block doing up window smashin' I wish it was blades in jackets Tinted Vito, slide and stab it Set pace, can't hack it Slide and crash, tryna do him with crashings Retaliation rate on rapid So anytime we slide, we're goin' right back Fill up the dings with G's Two man on a 300 pattern Sighted the opps, my brodie spun it I can tell by the way he spun it, he loves it Get a man down, ain't nuttin' I'm on the back with a wap, it's wavin' Rev it up on a pavement, slim their chance of escapin' Bare black boys in the crowd, I'm aimin' Balistik's face was the baitest Wap rise up, tryna slap in faces It's cool, you can pay that homage Chillin' with them, just thinkin' stop it Part 2 Back where I started again Right back in this dinger again The trap phone is ringin' again Straight dropin' this dinner again Back where I started again Right back in this dinger again The trap phone is ringin' again Straight dropin' this dinner again I'm in the kitchen She thinks I'm cookin' a steak She must've made a mistake Really, I'm whippin' the flake I'm like a doctor Most of clients are patients I told my girl to be patient I'm makin' moves on the pavement I'm in the kitchen She thinks I'm cookin' a steak She must've made a mistake Really, I'm whippin' the flake I'm like a doctor Most of clients are patients I told my girl to be patient I'm makin' moves on the pavement She ask what I do for a livin' And then the trap phone starts ringin' Numerous bootings and chingings But we don't even tell these women All I know is melt this snow I nearly burnt the Pyrex bowl The buj run clean on the fold Bang Gang, Stain Gang hoe Still divising the O And I'm riskin' my life for the stove He try leave me leading ropes I made a killin' in O Frontline when it's crunch time Hood phone like a cunch line I ain't tryna do the punchline Done two racks by lunchtime Twist it, now there's red juice like Fanta When I tap with smoke, when this thing goes sneeze You can catch a disease like asthma Like Santa, controllin' the big nose And man's red up yutes in anger Like, please don't talk 'bout banter If it's no love, straight chings, take it that far He got chinged and he wan' turn rapper The dopemen says my man is a capper TJ left Twin, know that one left Twin, bet you didn't know that one Free all my peeps, rindin' on bang up On the landin' do Kung Fu Panda Try escape my ting, got wrapped up I was shoutin' out for myself Like, "bro, wagwan for that one?" Ls, I'm smackin' Any [?] Ls, I'm packin' If I catch him and he's lackin' Sadting, I'm showin' guys my [?] ranking I'd rather go beat it like Jackson In the trap, some trap with these fractions If I was in love with the dot looks light and she cuts the pattern Bally on face 'cause these fiends been plottin' Plus we got Shaggy and Scooby so we know that's shottin' And I'm in this bando for days Opp block if your dargs face [?] Keep a flicks, it's a piece of my fit More time it's on me even when I do street Back it, don't watch bro beef If I got beef, bro's backin' If he's bro then jump in deep You're the type to watch it unfold and happen Double Ls and the dots gets boomin' We ain't in Lewisham, call them crackers Sit tight on the fence, stay in your lane Any movement, we end up crashin' You take the blame, you ain't got no brains If you're baked where them yutes hangin' They don't wanna make things bait You know they had enough Ls like Madden Your sides ain't safe when we step Everyone must go, we ain't from Brandon My young boys makin' it rain out 'ere You don't wanna get your ting dampened They wanna do splashings Paint sh*t red, they ain't needin' a canvas Gang chinged him and parked him He got up, he restarted Like, how could he chance it? F**k with the 98 Gang, you're tarnished Do man up and I chuckle Get in the dinger, tell bro, "full throttle" Wap on my lap, no way can they see this I ain't tryna end up locked up in the deep end Take this left, and right We're gone in a flash Trip up here, right now That's holes in your backs Slap this wap, watch him drown Take man's crown, watch his yute breakdown Opp block come like a ghost town Where they at? Tell them boys "come down" I can't come down, I want man dead like a poisoned mouse Three-double-O or ding-dong car Rah, he got hit, oh my lard Flicky in my hand, let's see who wants war Two waps, hear it bark Me and K, that's brothers in arms She thinks I'm cookin' a steak She must've made a mistake Really, I'm whippin' the flake I'm like a doctor Most of clients are patients I told my girl to be patient I'm makin' moves on the pavement I'm in the kitchen She thinks I'm cookin' a steak She must've made a mistake Really, I'm whippin' the flake I'm like a doctor Most of clients are patients I told my girl to be patient I'm makin' moves on the pavement Part 3 Four opp blocks with petty on E I don't do it for Snap, I do it for gang That's Homerton, B Slap shots like I'm playing hockey 'til their body poppin' Opp block, gangdem for moppin' Kick down doors in your hood, I'm robbin' Then I fly away like Green Goblin But if they try flip the script Rudeboy's gonna leave in a coffin I don't care about your [?] And that's me being honest True, grip that mop and rinse Listen, this is life I'm livin' Back road chingings, V9 with it Me and KO hop out, you're finished man in his tee, now he's Grizzley I'm sure his dizzy Did he manage? That's a mystery Opp block, I don't panic I ain't got bally on me This sh*t that man's handin' Will leave more than a slice on his cheek Strap on my lap like a seatbelt See man run, get-got, scream "help" Should'a, could'a, would'a If you don't run, get your head like [?] He's gone like he went to Bermuda barracuda Pounce from the bush blacked out like a puma Shotgun claps no audience, sting no scorpions No questions, we attack Me and J in the T House flipping packs Stones get chopped and wrapped Smoking backs, serious waps Pull smoke on barbies too Don't get hit at your barbecue A team member blasting you I had bits before they had bits I already know how the pellets flew Give it to C if he want it handled Hundred percent he'll do it Slap this guage, reload, put two in Risks I'm taking, opps I'm choosing I ain't on no side that's losing Left his twin and I find it amusing Back on the ride, going on an adventure Tryna cause a fiesta Hospital, siren strecher Anyone claiming beef, you should've known better He's taking shots like he's gone on a bender I'm known for being a serious member My dargs got me so he's barking it off Man dance with smoke in the function Ion know nothing about parking it off Young boy wanna work It ain't nuttin' to get him a Cardiff job Man decamp dingers, dodge them tickets The obbo is real, we cut from cops Unlimited shells for all of my opps My darg got me so he's barking it off Man dance with smoke in the function Ion know nothing about parking it off Young boy wanna work It ain't nuttin' to get him a Cardiff job Man decamp dingers, dodge them tickets The obbo is real, we cut from cops Unlimited shells- We go on a step, ain't nothin' selective, pull up and crash They lack, ain't holding no leggings with cheffings So they best pull up their pants They bang it could've been blanks We bang it could've been banks Fill up the tank, pull up with gang Pull up no joking, pulling no prank Free my bros all locked I'm sending them quids, not stamps They bucking to opps, still settin' it Givin' them fist and stamps They running away, we hoping that them boys trip or cramp None of that relevance or hit that can Yo, we already know pigs on gang Run up in my residence, grip my hands Do dirt definite, things get planned intelligence if we get bagged snitched and sang Part 4 I'm tired of giving them chase Seen man hella times in a week Every sight he's done skeet, bet he's tired of seein' my face I line up a sword and get busy Leave a pool like Shaun if I ride and I rise that gauge When it comes to street This corn ain't sweet, if you eat, end up in a maze If we got beef, cut through my estate And you might end up in a state I want my G's free like I rob guns But I mean my peeps locked down behind gates If man lack and we pop down Might jump man, we ain't slidin' with Drake Waps for sale, price too high If we do buy, step out tryna make man shake Bro's in jail cah they whip flake Pebbled it down, do the same with beige And gang's in jail cah they risk take Peddled it round, make wounds with blades Life on the road for my dargs ain't straight Still bark, don't get it twist like braids Young boys, if you're doing it bait, you don't have to, no I stick with my bros like Mario and Luigi Broski pointed that finger like ET Then the ride spun like CD More time, I work times three like RiRi I just got a text and it says 'come see me' And nah, I ain't linky That's green cah seaweed Bare chat 'pon PC Wild birds fly like Armani Come like I'm glued to my car seat My eyes stay peeled for them 'rales They ain't playin' no games like Serani Out here's pepper, that's chilli con carne Just shot a Nina for a fifteen Sh*t nah, Jimmy's bein' naughty Don't show the gyally dem too much Cah the gyally dem talky Plus, most of them naughty Wouldn't put it past but you probably wouldn't either The gang got bad boys anywhere You can feel the aura like Rita Most likely do a drill, grab some trees then go bang FIFA I've been servin' shots, no tequila And bro ain't dealin' with cards But he serves, he's a dealer Bad ting wan' grip on the wand like Sabrina Plus she want smoke like Khalifa I'm cuttin' tru' the Nina Hit that sale then hasta la vista I grab the weight, make a call, that's instant cash I could bruck it down That's hands on pans and a couple bands I could dial in bro I need a lick, so line man that You know I got heart like and Irishman Split that in two, we dividin' that And bro-bro gets it off the run ups Just run up and headlock a China man grub down when it's dryin' akh And- is a well known driver Nah, he ain't no taxi man He's black from head to toe But he ain't no taxi man Got eight man stuffed in the wagon All on volts to hop out on man Bro might slap with one eye But he ain't got sharingan See a blast from the palm like Iron Man They think they're bad Jumpin' out prams like eggs in a fryin' pan like Jackie Chan Run out of zips, where's the plastic bags? Wish me well cah I love the grind Jimmy come far from a handicap Just banged a left on the Transit van Bare angle like I'm doin' maths Those are opps, that's a flight with gang Or I fly it on solo Take it out, bounce back like a pogo Then I come back, dish out pics, no photos All we's tryna do is take them away On road, get shot, or in jail, get boxed If you're in the vids like Haye When arms get raised, go step Try put him in pics if [?] Hair stain for Rolex Gimme a date, gimme a date We'll take it away, ay, ay Kids like drinks If they don't want it straight then we give 'em a chase Put the team on strip with things Used to walk 'round 'til my feet start ache Ain't nuttin', you got played by a girl Ching in the chest, you will see heartbreak No money, you gon' suffer in this world Get bread and be vex, better man start save Out lookin' for a K or Dayto bro Tell yours 'roll safe' We flavourless, it can't blaze correct, get taken away Reall tryna beat those sweets The teeth so long might start to decay Like his wage went up, we'll get him a raise Part 5 Have you ever been down a flat And had to bounce back off a ounce of crack Bounce back off a two and a Q Four and a half, I don't think you know the half Nuttin' ain't funny, throught this pain I laugh I can never be bummy, throught the rain I graft I used to walk home in damp down jumpers Started seein' runners, they ain't even in London Life changed when I whipped up somethin' Went from a half box to a half onion Bought a little somethin' for when I got functions Can't believe I could get drawn out for Ten years deep, I ain't beefin' with youngers Little bro's saucy, the hood's full of dumpers I don't mind war but peri like Columbus I don't wanna be skippin' any summers How many phones have I picked up? Bowls that I whipped up Straight came back, same shape as the bowl Nuttin' chipped up Remember when I took that L That's the last time I left these wraps with a fat girl Bad winters, cold summers I was OT with no runners Look, you already know the name I'm MP, no Theresa May Maximum profit when I grab the weight My young boy got stuck, I had to pave the way Best save that cake for the rainy days The mash shoot, it got ba** like 808 My boy don't slip in the bin, he got his razor blade Cah he trapped in the box like David Blaine My guy wants a box but he ain't David Haye His plug was takin' long so I made his day Need a link for the bricks but I ain't talkin' slate If they do me wrong, I'ma do the race We'll make man drown the sailor way You know I'm from, when we sight, there's no delay Hold a chase when man back it and dash afraid Then bake off, roll a paper plane Have you ever been flat on your face, crazy Hittin' stains with a plan to escape Look, I started from a quarter and I pushed a two and a daughter I was juggin' out a block, it was hot like a sauna From a four and a half to a half a box I bop with this thing, I don't rely on luck I turned dark like I'm closin' the curtains If trouble pops up, we just call for them burners Money's what I'm needin' So I'm out here tryna get it Stuffin' shells in this dotty Slap it, fill 'em up with pellets Sticky when I press it On these streets of Hackney Yeah, I'm known as a menace But nuttin' like Dennis But I'm clinical like Bergkamp Comfy when I burst that Comfy when I'm pressin' Man can't tell me 'bout steppin' Gave that gyal d**k I gave that gyal a good session Bring it to the owner like you're returning possession 'Cause I'm a t'ug on road like I'm a t'ug in jail Crash corn on your block, I'm really tryna cause hell And then I bake off with a sweet one She makes the food, burn my clothes from the drill Yeah, she a real one People cryin', hoods flyin', lift up boy Help you pull the suttin' out the nose of the stub boy we official I ain't lyin', we make 'nuff Cop sticks and stay dumpin' on these f**kboys Every single member of my team is a boss Structure in a gang so I ain't worried 'bout a loss If I send a hit, you'll see the light like a moth I sell the re-up raw and then I'm steppin' on a prof' Dabbin' with the devil, you can tell it's high stakes Workers got a worker, they ain't makin' no mistakes When I'm in a kitchen, I ain't cookin' up a steak we got dinner here for days With my missus in the shard when I'm re-ing up on flake Got yourself a slice but you ain't never bought a cake In the trap, they call me Mr Thirty Six Shapes Weather them storms, most said I couldn't heart it Felt like Leonidas before the king departed On a T max like a chariot chargin' If I weren't trappin' and drillin', I'd be chartin' They locked my brother Trappo, still he be missin' I told him 'roll easy' but he didn't listen Mum asked why she ain't seen me with him I told her it's cah he is in prison Bro's eighteen, third time he's been in the system Bring back the young days with Reeks, man, I miss him Jail calls, 'Keemz, are you listenin'?' He ain't seen his siblings Nephews ain't seein' the christening They wanna know when's the next song But it gets long, feels like I'm slept on They say '015, I should've kept on Uh, but let me tell you where it went wrong Cah '008, that's the year they took Fes don And it's '19 and bro's still tryna get one Redrum, we ain't tryna stay 'til the fed come Cah that's another case They got my n***a doin' basic bang up Cah the judge gave time when he raised his hammer One eye, I can hear satan chatter But this next ear's tellin' me to sway the pa**a My bro taught a teen, he's just trainin' trappers Put him on the train, don't delay the package My nephews don't walk the lane that man did I do this for the niece like my name was Patrick Same time, I do this for the gang My bro doin' six time four in the can So you do the maths Mummy said we were movin' stupid and fact In old school days, cats swoopin' on chats Shout Chezrita, she's smooth with them plaits I ain't glued to the flats One phone call, hear my goon, he's attacked I ain't talkin' 'bout my man, who? He's a rat
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