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Jump out, gang! Jump out, gang! Jump out, gang! Sting gang! Sting gang! All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that Still pulling up on smoke (smoke) Skeng in my pocket, can't you see the bulge in my coat? (It's bulgy) Like Hollow meets Blade, man-man got guns that'll sink down a boat (boat, boat) Send a young boy round with a skeng They ain't leaving till they see smoke My niggas the realest in town, you niggas are really some jokes (fucking jokes) Feds locked, bro watching East Enders, it's a fucking joke (free bro, free bro) Trapping ain't dead, the nitty still clucking and ringing my phone (ringing) Chilling with bro, talking 'bout money, dough to the dome (money, money) Turn up on your block, ten toes, man will do it, no plan, man will do it, no plan In four-door trucks, I took risks, man, soon gon' bring out the chopper in the van I was in the trap on Snapchat watching everybody turn up mad (mad) Can't lie, that shit got me mad, but I was hugging up all them bands Just done road with Snoopy (trap) Bare Uncle Fest an', I've got my face all droopy (as fuck) Bro got guap like Gucci, see him in Stoney, not Gucci (no Gucci) The opps used to laugh at my truck when they cut when they see that hooptie Whip that skeng out the coat, watch it sing like Susie Still pulling up, no messing (pull up) 67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!) You see it all over my mentions (bitch!) Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that) We looking for no more pedestrians How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug) 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) (All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that) I've got mad hate for the undies Moving like gyal, tryna cuff me (dickhead) .44 spin, that's rusty (mad) And the corn is chunky More time, I be in the trap with Chris Brown and Rita Ora (quake) All the in and outs fo go hit the cells, it's hot like a sauna (flames) So I switch the trap, flip the packs, I need all the mula (all of that, all of that) Wagwan for the judge, done the mandem dirty (mad) Free up my young G Pulla (free 'em) Chopper on the ride, that's lengthy (mad) Fifty shot, the skeng's full up (mad) Niggas do the dash when man pull up (dashing) Still outside drilling (out here) Bro's came home from the jail, bought him a phone, then he made them a killing Opps, them know where the hill is They ain't come around here (no) Raise both arms up figure eight, that's two .44s in the air How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Bro whips that grub, man a whip that skeng Got me feeling like Shirley (whip) Went from a twenty-five shot to a fifty shot We don't know about 30s (yeah, all of that, all of that) Any time I phone my plug, better know That call's nothing less than a birdie (all of that, all of that) Put skengs in the car, then I phone my bro Like, "Let's get lurky" (let's lurk) Still pulling up, no messing (pull up) 67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!) You see it all over my mentions (bitch!) Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that) We ain't looking for no more pedestrians How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug) 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) (All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that) Get low-down, then tell a man straight Man already know, 67 and H Three, four, five, six, seven man rolled up Three .45, 67, man ate Man just rolled up, pepper then doughnut Two .45s, then severed man's plate Man's just colder, everyone load up 'Cause in this jungle, everyone's apes I want everyone's cake, man play hero, bury man's cape (bury man's cape) And there's bare subliminal riders So what's everyone saying? (What's man's saying?) And man ain't even on these games But I noticed everyone's playing (they playing) And I don't even need no soldiers, man know Hollowman's spraying (spraying) Never really been on that running shit Niggas know Hollowman's staying And way before all of this money shit, niggas knew Hollowman's name They love it when I come in this gully shit Niggas know Hollowman's lane (Hollowman's lane) They know a nigga bring that next level shit Nigga, call me Hollowman Saiyan (Hollowman Saiyan) Still pulling up, no messing (pull up) 67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!) You see it all over my mentions (bitch!) Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that) We looking for no more pedestrians How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) How you gonna do man dirty? (How?) Got things on things and we lurky (lurky) Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug) 'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang) (All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that)
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Kashama Mukun, Lloyd Nyarko Acheampong, Malki Martin, Steve Nzasi Mubama, Cassiel Wuta-ofei, Rennel Walker-arthur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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