TTD (Thoughts To Drill) [feat. Monkey & 67 Sj]

Traphouse Mob

Jermz made this

Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my)

How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex

I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip)

Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem

'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)

I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds

Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)

I've been out here, been wrepping

I was seeing man getting run down, when I was playing Tekken (run)

Spot that I spin around, kweffed him

Ever since then I've been close to Smith & Wesson (haha)

Blast that dotty on Sunday, I'll blast that rotty at man dem

I'll show a man's gunplay-

I've never been no dickhead, my strap game really wicked (really, wicked)

I've never been no dickhead, my strap game really wicked (really wicked)

It was your boy that got hit when you heard that gun sound

I know you think that it was me that did it

Huh, I love being sporty, my man got hit late night with the .40

My man got hit with the .40, he shouldn't be out there late night being naughty

My man got hit on his doorstep, and make it sound like he never had door keys

I couldn't believe in your gun-chat

Astraughfurillah for the pokeys

I cannot believe that you done that

Talking on your works, come show me

Free Lil Bando I used to make them go opp block walkies

Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my)

How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex

I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip)

Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem

'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)

I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds

Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)

Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my)

How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex

I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip)

Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem

'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)

I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds

Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)

They want fame, that's played out

I'm tryna invest in watch then play out (Watch it play out)

Run with that then watch him fade out

Wanna take it there, let's go

Add a K to the gang, gets stomped or layed out (layed out)

They was inside when the gangdem stayed out

I told Rich til day and night tryna make your way out

Yo, I still got thoughts to drill

I'm on the block with fucking hammers

And bro stepped in, it gave me chills

I mean kway back me and scrill had the MAC

And bruck-back on two wheels

They know my block it's Brixton Hill

We cause the Lambeth map's unfill

You know my ting drips on spill

G17, make him run like Usain Bolt

I was at home when my man died

I billed some Cali and sipped some Malt

I got a thick brown ting from Penge

She swallowed my kids all down in her throat (All down her throat)

Kway back I did go home make money, make money from Towns

Yeah, coast to coast (make money from Towns, yeah, coast to coast)

When there's an issue, we don't go round it (We know)

I know a man's out on the outings

Saw that man and he couldn't go round here

That's how we know he's the wildest

G17, is the livest, .44 sounding the loudest (baow, baow, baow)

They ain't got no description, but he got done up the foulest

Listen, why's everyone in houses, I beg man come back outside (Ay Come back outside)

.4DC see with them Hillside Demons, don't like, don't be that guy

Are parents try raise Angels, but them plan got capsize (Errgh)

I ain't gotta vomit, I'm more then able

Hot headed youth what moves unstable

Glee got popped and his heart rate stopped (Baow, baow, baow)

Next glee with the whistle, sent man up

Broski came thru, shh, shh, shh - If you warn your son don't send him shops

I was outside when they was indoors

You was at college, I was in war

My son saw the .40s on my bedroom floors

Then P made him spun round and spun his thoughts

Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz

Huh, how much opps you think got pumped in the jetz

How much yola you think that I dropped in the Rex

How much mashes you think I copped with this racks

My mom should have named me Wetz

Always gonna think he's on his way for Pecks

He got whacked in a week, I didn't even prep

I had two hand tings on me in the party, I'm the owner of the cluba

I had a G19 in the yard, one in the head and I started my counter

I had a .32 live in Clapham blocks, the civils thought I was a plumber

I swear I need to chill when I move in loose

Cah I fucked CRose's BM with a rubber

Traphouse Mob

Jermz made this