Live corn in my gun Fuck with the 6 get bun No point tryna run M got the Mac and it´s sounding like a drum Tryna lock the whole city
Only real niggas fuck with me Shout my niggas from the 86 But 674 run Brikky I don´t rap cause I´m tryna get a deal I´m still out here tryna eat a meal I´ve spent whole nights lurking in the field Ask them other niggas, they know how shit feels Bare skrr skrr, I feel it through the wheels 3 litre ding-dong skidding round the hill Swammy on deck and we´re lurking for a kill If suttin get got I know my niggas won´t squeal
[Pre-verse] Say they want war nigga So I roll around with that 4s nigga Screaming 67k? Ima smoke your ass to a 4 nigga M rolled up and he´s buzzing
Screaming out ´if he´s an opp then we bun him´ We ain´t RB we don´t know about running I said nigga we don´t know about running
I´m still slanging these O´s, running through hoes I don´t do friends cause I bang with my bros Phoned G said that he´s bagging with Slows Told him bring a coke can I´m a let it explode 67 over everything Break packs, double up, bring weapons in Look, till suttin dead we ain´t settling If he´s running with the opps, man´ll pepper him True, I ain´t running with no jokeman He held it in his face when I smoked man 20-suttin times when I soak man If you claim 15 you´re a jokeman I ain´t never been friends with them paigons
You can hold shots too if you´re Leyton Big Stizzzy been writing some statements Tryna lock a real nigga in the cages I hit a nigga in his face My nigga hit a nigga in his back Tryna score every time that we ride Someone tell these motherfuckers ´don´t lack´ I was in the party flexing with a yat They know I had a suttin in my bag I was drunk off the yak Opps never came though cause they knew they´re getting slapped They had a real nigga locked in the cage I rolled a burn while I thought about my case Like, ´how that nigga snitch?´ Who am I kidding man, than nigga from the Brix I was outside tryna get rich Tryna put 65 bags on my wrist
´Til these damn jakes put cuffs on my wrists Had me locked down in Wandsworth feeling like shit Niggas screaming ´674 stabbed this, and 674 corned that´ I´m like ´bitch niggas get off our dick´ 674´s tryna get rich in those traps I was up in Thameside reasoning with facts No amnes´ had me stressing out my plaques Niggas owe p´s then they better run it back Feds kicking in doors and we´re tryna get back Link SJ, everything blessed He buss me with the loud amnes´ for my chest I remember nights I was in there with the Tec Tweeting all my niggas ´I´ll be home in a sec´ Skinny motherfucker but I´m bigging up my chest When they see me out on freeflow niggas show respect
Like they know all the fuckries I kept up All that knifework and show ´em what the skeng does
Live corn in my gun Fuck with the 6 get bun No point tryna run M got the Mac and it´s sounding like a drum Tryna lock the whole city Only real niggas fuck with me Shout my niggas from the 86 But 674 run Brikky I don´t rap cause I´m tryna get a deal I´m still out here tryna eat a meal I´ve spent whole nights lurking in the field Ask them other niggas, they know how shit feels Bare skrr skrr, I feel it through the wheels 3 litre ding-dong skidding round the hill
Swammy on deck and we´re lurking for a kill If suttin get got I know my niggas won´t squeal
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