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Yo
Lagga
This ain't no punchline rap (No)
This that M from North West,
increase the gun crime rap (Bah)
This that dash the hood phone
and bring the cunch lines back (Grr)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone
by lunchtime trap (Trap)
Every spot I go,
there's always Londoners
and Scousers (No shit)
Not to mention yutes from
the spot that think they're 'bout it
Researchin' rehab centres on them
Google browsers (Haha, haha)
Just tryna find estates
with the most council houses
There's always one cat
where everyone says,
"Don't serve him"
Me, I link him straight away,
look in his eyes
and burst him (Real shit)
He said these other
trappers see him callin'
and curve him (Huh?)
I don't know why these other shottas
get so nervous (I don't)
Yardie dances got me askin' yutes,
"What's the angle?"
(What's the problem?)
Them days, twelve gauge
with a wooden handle (Da-da-da-baow)
Drop the box in the ST,
stolen manual (Skrr)
They hide and we seek
with this steel bangle
Check it though,
you could weigh twenty stone
I got this .44,
what I bought
from sellin' twenty stones
Get it though,
slap your friend
if he don't get involved (Pussy)
Either way, if he gets involved
then he's gettin' smoked (Straight)
Lagga
Bro, I'm in the trap now,
I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now
and you wasn't back then
J got the SK
and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background,
get left in the past tense (Skrr)
Mm, mm, it's time to roll again
Send a text out in the mornin',
it's time for openin' (Brr)
When I woke up, had no credit,
topped up my phone again (Uh-huh)
By the seaside with the sand,
pebble the stone again
(OT, I'm trappin')
Mm, it's off the dome again (Woah)
It's a stolen vehicle that me
and Hothead be rollin' in (Skrr)
Gotta have a mask on me
fillin' up the petroleum (Gassed it)
I was up in Swindon
when Rimmz was
with the Bristolians (Trappin')
Activation, I'm Jamaican
Nan goin' emancipation
for graduation (Granny)
To feed my fam,
that's an obligation
Even if it's from drug
dealin' occupations (Trappin')
Tryna put money in stocks and tradin'
But the fans on my case,
true, I got 'em waitin' (They're pissed)
Lizzy stressed too, true,
I got her waitin' (Ringin' my line)
Now I'm eatin',
why these niggas
body shamin'? (Yo, why?)
I got the beat back,
my seat back, rollin' with a G pack
I know the roads, brother,
I don't need maps (Waze)
Miami traffic in a E-Class,
Glock on my waist
Got my chain on, I need that,
you eediat (Pussy)
Can't trust niggas
that spread propaganda
Ask them who told them
and they ain't got an answer (Huh?)
Chat like bitches,
gotta call them man Samantha
Got this big .9 on me up in Casablanca
Thirty-six for twenty-eight,
twenty-eight for eleven-fifty
At the intersection tryna dodge
another section sixty (Skrr)
Joe called for four white,
two dark, he just spent a pinky
Three for twenty-five,
get seven items
if you bring a nitty (No shit)
That's quick maths
but I ain't Big Shaq (Lagga)
I'm in the yardie, dance
with this big strap (Doo-doo)
Oats tryna find this ganja and rizzla
Hit the snap if you smoke
Billy Kimber (Brr)
A nigga still puttin' waps up
n gym bags (Haha)
My Amiris keep the
.44 intact
And you can see the imprint
on the picture (No shit)
So I had to blur
that shit for the Insta'
Bro, I'm in the trap now,
I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now
and you wasn't back then
J got the SK
and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background,
get left in the past tense
Rah, it's Bkay, you know?
Joce, right? (Joce, right? Joce, right?)
How's your real love life?