Correction Lyrics Unruly by Itchy (CGM)

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Man really takes risks for the pesos
We put the ends on a map, 11 on my back, like Pedro
This .38 filled up with skittles, slide on a opp, like taste this rainbow
Shank wounds, it can end up fatal
Run up in shops, see man jump tables
Need to reload on the Eight-ball
Now I laugh how I equip this weight rules
Sweets of the 4's come chunky, dot-dot cost me a monkey
Tell my young G glide to a pack but I gotta reweigh just incase he try bump me
From young, been kicking off f**keries
Waist and up trynna turn man duppy
Get a drop, I respond and equip, cah you know I'm trynna do man proper
Try intercept like Rooney, have me missing my shots like Drogba
I don't really know about defending, I'm dancing with devils trynna strike like Pogba
Man live this life, can't handle
Jump out, juice gonna spill like Snapple
Double tap, bro smoke like candle, slide in whips, cold crash with pannels
Gwopz try draw me out when his face got wet like he used in flannels
Jump out gang it's normal, it could be auto, it could be manuel
Kick back from the dots gets handled
Still grip on my shank like handles
Just fling this soft in the pyrex, whip it with Mag, let it stretch like biceps
I'm in love with the bands, they're in love with my shank, like it were some kindness
No way can they f**k up my client, youngboy come short and the pack get fired
Twenty four's got me doing up tight, same day man drill and burn them tires
Before I copped these designers, I went over there with my tooly
The beef ain't ever gonna stop, why, the gang dem too unruly
Like, why do I beef these yutes, they ain't p*ss, them man can fool me
Them man stuntin' chains, like that corn won't whip for their jewelry
Before I copped these designers, I went over there with my tooly
The beef ain't ever gonna stop, why, the gang dem too unruly
Like, why do I beef these yutes, they ain't p*ss, them man can fool me
Them man stuntin' chains, like that corn won't whip for their jewelry

Them boy some d**kheads, try post up in the ends
Hold up, give 'bout five, three man, three bikes three skengs
Broad day, that goody got light up, had them f**k boys scatter and diving
Skengs out, I ain't trynna fight cuz, opp boy got brave, got right off
Dont talk about it, just do it
Bro didn't think he just blew it, bro didn't think he just blew it
Red card for a boy, got sent off
Been trynna turn man duppy, ting jammed up and a boy got lucky
Just bruck and lock that brucky, still love two got nonce on f**kery

Before I copped these designers, I went over there with my tooly
The beef ain't ever gonna stop, why, the gang dem too unruly
Like, why do I beef these yutes, they ain't p*ss, them man can fool me
Them man stuntin' chains, like that corn won't whip for their jewelry
Before I copped these designers, I went over there with my tooly
The beef ain't ever gonna stop, why, the gang dem too unruly
Like, why do I beef these yutes, they ain't p*ss, them man can fool me
Them man stuntin' chains, like that corn won't whip for their jewelry
Got things and things in the ride, have faith in my driver, we're p*ssed if he stalls
Four door whip with crashers, I'm chilling with bandits, I weren't in school
The trap house looking abandoned
How's YT chilling 'round the mandem?
He ain't did sh*t since his dad got splattered and dropped but he talks that's random
OT trips, that's bits in both, Oprah Winfrey and Lindsey Lohan
Get with the program, JSav dances with his blade like Slow Jam
They had me in jail on basic, thinking 'bout standards, watching them programs
Now I'm on Bel for a stabbing
Several times, jump out trynna fold man
Feds took all of my bros, now we talk on phones
Even when I step on my ones I'm moving like Liverpool, I never walk alone
Like, I was upsuh with a pack, straight two months didn't know about home
How many times have they left their friends?
It's a fact that I back my bros

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