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Fecha de emisión: 15.07.2021
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
No Hook |
TrapHouseMob |
Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy |
Trilla put two green bells in the dotty |
Watch them come out the nose like boogers |
Whack my man if he’s Farm |
Slap my man if he’s 9 or Wooders |
Should’ve seen the way that I chopped up F |
You would’ve thought that I worked in a butchers |
I only give love to the spinner |
Bully B don’t give no love to the hookers |
Your nigga held smoke, no hooker |
Bun out your chest like he just backed whiskey |
In my blunt L2, not Tooka |
Don’t get caught tryna buck your linkey |
The life I live is all risky |
Stainless steel in and out that Pickney |
Batterd up bisheads, about «Please tick m» |
Feds chase shank, get dashed like frisbee |
Been a bad boy from when the olders used to lurk on Kizzy |
I remember when we bucked Ridzy |
Sav chopped that down like a 2 in a Q |
You should’ve got slapped in digits |
If you see x2 in city |
You see me, you know that’s litty committee |
Said we don’t ride, are you silly? |
I see two biological brothers running |
If I saw the other one, I would have took man’s kidney |
Everyone knows I make Park Lane litty |
Back then I had a crush on Nikki until I saw Cardi B |
Sin Squad where the drillers at |
Farm Block where the artists be |
We don’t let shit slide, are you dumb? |
You can ask MB and ask his mum |
Like Dora, man’s exploring |
If I ain’t got my shank, jump man like Jordan |
Don’t try dash, 'cah the corn will catch up |
Run up in yards, put your hands in the air |
Don’t panic like French Montana |
Let’s test this 12 in the park, no manor |
The dotty get beat like Anna |
Slide through the A with this big boy tool |
This big boy tool ain’t no fucking spanner |
How the 2's still drop them L’s? |
I see opp boys wearing T-Shirts |
On it says Lampz and K1's world |
Bro just slapped in reverse |
Sinners don’t send no corn for no girls |
We got bine for a nigga, that’s bolo |
Sinners don’t care if you banged dumbbells |
On the opp block tryna raise some hell |
Free all my niggas that didn’t get bail |
Two Glocks, one botty |
Jump out, try put holes in a body |
Long time that I done 'Where's Wally' |
Drops on the opps, like we got down donny |
This shits all ments, I’m drilling old friends |
Like who’s gonna stop me? |
I’m a boss on my block like Gotti |
If I slap shots, watch broski copy |
Put him in a box like Roddy |
Free GP, in a box like Bobby |
I do drills and hit them stains |
Them man on the net tryna impress thotties |
Why would I link that bitch if broski hit and she didn’t give sloppy? |
I put opps on my Rizlas |
Sorry, I swear it’s part of my hobby |
SMB, you know man do this |
I’m tryna do it like SlapIt |
Two in a dotts, tour 'round and use it |
They want me on the wing with gang |
But when I get grabbed, man act all clueless |
Bro’s known for swinging his shank |
Now he’s locked in the wing with |
Prosecutor said it was planned |
I had to tell him it was an opp |
Side by side with my bruces |
Don’t act fearless, tour and boom it |
Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it |
Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it |
Headpiece snapped when I step out them cells |
Tell the cats don’t call my line |
'Cah I just got bail and I ain’t going jail |
We got Haringey map |
Don’t believe the opps, they lie as well |
I tell the opps «Go rot in hell» |
Cause this beef’s intense, and I ain’t calling help |
You can swim like Michael Phelps |
Deep in, tryna send man up to hell |
Tell me how Trapo felt |
When his bredrin left him to call up a girl |
We don’t story tell |
Had an old school friend that made stories fell |
Send corn no VML |
Get shelled if you’re screaming out «K1's World» |
Got corn for days |
Don’t slip in your estate mate |
We drill and we trap |
It’s in all of our DNA’s |
They talk that wass, but they don’t wanna avenge their mates |
Couple man that’s snakes |
They don’t wanna cross these gates, no way |
You can hold corn broad day |
Heard all of the opps, them hate me |
'Cah 6ixShots touched road real lately |
Couple gyal, I’m moving all shady |
'Cah they can’t be my number one baby |
my baby |
But she knows she my number one lately |
Can’t tell you 'bout touring |
But I can tell you 'bout Jailhouse touring |
It was early mornings, when the gov’s come kicking my door in |
Got bagged with my mash and flick |
Stressed 'cah I knew I was pissed |
But you know, this the life I live, darg you know this the life I live |
My dad used to say I weren’t on shit |
Little did you know I was taping off strips |
I’m tired of beefing these kids |
Lil bro’s been putting opps in riz |
How many times had I fill it to the brim? |
Got 'round there, seen grown men sprint |
I did it with G as well |
Same way I did it with Blacks in the wing |