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Surround the barrel with trappers Buy dat food in bulk Amber smelling all madness Come scream in H like Hulk And the b*t*h come peng but hatters Smoke my zoot and she blows Show no love to a badders Know I hit two, mans swinging on volts Show no love to a badders She wanna hit two, she gone smoke roach Pull up, skrr, pull up, skrr, jump out like 5.0 Dem man der chat loads Doing Homerton that's 10 toes Like come and love these roads But I got no love for these hoes These kids are neeks to me I'm a my 9 god, so I'm questioning how these n***as are beefing me? These n***as all fake and liars Don't talk about pressure and work on the road cos n***as know I apply it I ain't settiling sh*t, it's frying Like how come nuttin' got got? How come nuttin' ain't dying? The opps them way too fast, when I'm running with Mazza, they value their lives Like screaming all this skeng talk, but nuttin' ain't been fried It's a hooptie or ten toes, but shh always in sight No kids cos we don't take bad up Tell my young boy go get him, wet him, wet him, #splashup They already know when gang pulls up, that's everyting crash up If you get pulled in the whip right now, that's bare man going stations Known for the drills, known for the drugs, might not get probation And my team don't lack, juice and splash, S getting full back waigon Man trap to get paid, stack maintain, they do it for the girls and the captions 4-door car tryna catch dem, but they scatter and dash, whats happening? See the lines come way too ringy, lifestyle way too busy Bruck down grub hit tizzy, trap and mash for this lizzy I was in the strip doing up jugg, really had my feet all tired I'm a old man, so if you see me on my own then that's still gang wanna talk in raps, but how many, how many times has he ran? Tried counting the times on my fingers, hold up, wait, I might need more hands Man might roll up like jakes, jump out, run anyone down, that's gang I'm from the authentic side of the 9, over there man are frauds Been 'round on foot, we running down clowns and pressuring fools And we ain't needing no cause, we'll slide if we're bored Mad pressure in summer, they knew 'bout the Seat and Ford I got half for a box of green on the stain and I broke that down into bits Big dot-dot, had it parked in the park but first the .38 spin I take mans tings like they owe me, these times manna don't owe me a thing I was hoping off a two-wheel ting, it's a peddle bike, had the man der doing sprints Pull up in a dusty truck, yo whats up? Bare man cut These stupid kids jump in vids, f**k that, still get touched Cah I swear these neeks ain't learing Blacked out on the streets, we're lurking In a pack 4-door swerving, drive past a opp, tell bro curve it Got love for the bro's, we're getting this doe, take risks and trips for the bread Remember that night at the party, when pulled up and he ran to the fed Had a [?], that day was ments Had him hopping over a fence And I dare a DJ play a opp tune, mask up his desk, everything recked Surround the barrel with trappers Buy dat food in bulk Amber smelling all madness Come scream in H like Hulk And the b*t*h come peng but hatters Smoke my zoot and she blows Show no love to a badders Know I hit two, mans swinging on volts Show no love to a badders She wanna hit two, she gone smoke roach Pull up, skrr, pull up, skrr, jump out like 5.0 Dem man der chat loads Doing Homerton that's 10 toes Like come and love these roads But I got no love for these hoes
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