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It was me that splashed my man in the head And I did that shit for the gang It was me that stayed when everyone ran On God just me and my ramz Me that put all my faith in the big ting Slapped it on burst she jammed Me that picked up all of the pieces Got us a plug and a plan Pack out the dings when we vamping No camping gang's looking for blood Right out the whip crash landing Opp clamping, no stopping the thugs Aim for the head no chancing Corn planting, left stuck in the mud Block off the road gang flanking Side by side man's killing for love Opps are bad for the net I bad for the set, they ain't badder than Tally Call my girl for the ting clip filled to the brim Then I gave it to Stally I sighted a yute in my spot He was giving out rocks, he got done in the alley Man know I'm a fucking movie star, Still gotta pop doors no bally When we rev better run from the bells of the Wesson Try to give the MC a blessing Extended clips hanging out of the weapons, Rinse this clip two seconds Everyone dead if man feel threatened, Silence the lambs I'm a shepherd Still swing this sword with grace and tekkers, Stop when limbs get severed I can tell if you step in this car and you frightened I really showed you 'bout thunder and lightning Stick and the whistle, I keep 'em united With the sub on auto, I cause a crisis Nothing but volks and natural badness Same way I screw face the mugshot Is the same way that you pose for the cameras Yo bro better pay that ransom, True say I heard he's an old school gangster Know say we good with disposal You ain't gonna end up on the Evening Standard This tally one good with concealing She don't even she delivering bricks I ain't with the pointless revealing Gang got glizzies equipped with the switch Bro - Bro said he driving, I'm squeezing, Fill up the clips let's light up the pitch Even if man get indicted, know say the truth ain't leaving my lips I buss my gun for my people Your favourite rapper so deceitful Bitch I'm known to keep it gleefull Dirty Harry hexahedral Really ready for the drama I can be your nigga's karma .762 piranhas Tear straight through your armors If the price is right I can't even hold a stop, know they want a driller locked Dirty hammer getting swapped, 12 gauge getting chopped I got summoned to the dock, cause a nigga got shot Five quid on the Glock, five bills on the dock Five bricks on my arm, I told the plug it's not enough Bitch I came up from the Holly, we them diamonds in the rough Put the 'matics in the trolley, we gon' turn the city up You ain't even got a body, how you plan on beefing us? How you plan on maintain when you keep the lead raining? Ride spree all day, I've had military training Even when the roads flaming, angles, new straining Even when my heart's racing, attitude still still brazen
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