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Scene Smasher
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Meeks
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Manny gang stuff You know what it is Trappy Big guns lookin like it’s off of saints row Big wapper turn your jacket to a waistcoat N***as better get to runnin like usain bolt I got runners doing numbers like usain bolt I got runners doing numbers like mo farah Until you seen the five-o and I saw power Had to lock the line off for a whole hour In the trap for twenty days and had no shower I got workers in the trap they never lie down It’s Getting dirty had to switch them inside out Don’t you think it’s tight how Every single worker that I’ve had don’t made me five thou’ Then disappearing like five took em on a hide out I’m fresh back from my time out Why you think I really eat plugs and then I fly out I took losses got me thinking what’s life about But when it gets low you won’t see me going out Turning up with no p’s about I get down I get down until we back up All I know is trap trap trap until we back up Late nights bagging really f**k a mans back up Gotta keep hoes that I bag up Nowadays n***a keep a pole for a back up Got a whole of drillas that’ll go and light a gaff up Catch him slippin with a dippy get stabbed up You know what it is Normal it’s only gang stuff And some days I get ga**ed up But I ain’t tryna see my hand in handcuffs Amount of times I hit the wing it must be bad luck Dropped my first freestyle n***as need to catch up Mask gloves Big fat wap and some fat slugs Run off from some plugs I’m on the block like catch us I ain’t really tryna do a show unless im strapped up Every grow a n***a ever did put me racks up Ten quid two boxes of the dank bud We hit the studio bangers I dropped trappish now they’re calling it the anthem We ain’t on no gay sh*t Change the plate still active in the same whip I ain’t the kinda kid you wanna play with I’m in the dinger ding putting in a grave shift I’m in a dinger ding putting in a grave shift (On my mums life I’ve gotta make it) On my mums life I’ve gotta make it (On my mums life I’ve gotta make it) On my mums life I’ve gotta make it Yo Me and them ain’t the same we some different men Me and you can’t relate you ain’t been to pen I think twice and then think again I’ve f**ked up in my ginger head Throwing bare work all in my press My b*t*h bad your real depressed Nice hotel so I can destress Remember days I used to p*ss the bed Cause my house was cold and my mum weren’t home Still hear that dumb ringtone Don’t dig for gold cause it’s on my bones Go get it in and then bring it home Out of town all on my own Say can’t believe you ain’t doing shows Madness the way music goes I’m cooling on my coolio Where your from or who you know Dead that I’m in the studio Ive done too much of that doing road Only twenty one but I’m getting old Moncler on my feathered coat Crack spilling on twenty notes I was locked up when they buried bro Deep sh*t I can’t let it go Sat there watching hollyoaks eating porridge oats Thinking someone’s gotta go You ain’t lived that then you’ll never know Lived that then you’ll never know If I robbed you then that’s a bitter most You be free tickets to a n***as shows Never argue over silly hoes Bad b*t*h she digging gold Shall I change my name or shall I change my phone Att**ude what’s with your tone Bag trap and I’m washing bone
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