Scarymadethiscold

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Came out of jail, **** talking loads (Keep chatting)

Keep saying my name like I don’t do the most

Says that he drills, we know that he don’t (Nah)

We made the ambulance come get bro

About, “Double R will clart it” He doesn’t shoot no poles (Nah)

SOS when he bucked Lil Dabz He’ll slap these shoes tryna tag that soul (Bap, bap, bap)

Aye yo, I beg man don’t get me started (Don’t)

Before the XD starts dancing (Bap, bap)

He’s on TikTok aura farming (Dickhead), like we never slapped at his artist

Was with Tallest, done it at Marshes (Bap, bap), blast 5 rings, it’s alarming (Bap, bap, bap, bap)

We only lost one to the opps but 'cause of us, four man rest in a casket (Dead)

I see that rapper lying again, he lies for the net, ain’t live in the flesh

I was locked up in the ISIS crisis, caught Ptown and I knifed him again

Hits get sent, I ain’t doing no rap beef

I got the scoreboard piling again (Nah, nah, nah)

He said he don’t want to be sad 'til somebody dies, now he’s crying again (Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh)

No cap, when it comes to drills, I’m prominent (I am)

We caught Sheggz and offed him (He’s dead)

They say, “When this beef gonna die?” (When?)

When we kill everybody in Homerton (Dead)

Me and my girl got waps, every lightskin both got suttin' in common (Bap, bap, bap, bap)

I need two hands tryna count my drills cah I’m getting down yutes all often (Do it)

I’m back seat, TY front seat (He’s front seat)

We’re lurking, we’re itching, we’re hungry (We’re hungry)

Whoever we catch, he’s done, I promise, we’re taking his face with a pumpy (With a pumpy)

I heard laughing stock and it’s funny (It’s funny)

We turnt Homerton, home of the duppies (Duppies)

I sent lil bro round there with a Russian, he’s catching a hat when he gun leans (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

Gun lean, man, gun lean (Bap, bap), gun lean with the Trey as well (Bap, bap, bap)

We’re hitting up boys and girls (Bap, bap)

There isn’t no name with these shells (Bap, bap)

They know that I’m active, ahlie? (Ahlie?), I send guys A&E

.9 bine gon' nyam up his head back, lil bro pressed that ripping the glee (He’s pressing it, bap, bap, bap)

Two shot rotty, I’ll give it to my youngers, score for the team

Me and Blacka should’ve got billboards, done more hits than Central Cee

We put the trap and entrepreneur, got Cali on tact, getting paid off weed

Bro just paid 7 quid for the scopes and he blew another bag on the G19

7.62s, .223s, I wish that I had them add on the Mac .10

(I wish, I wish, I wish)

But for now, we’re good with the Trey

These SK touring, signal the action (Hmm, hmm, hmm)

He keeps rapping 'til we start slapping (Bap, bap, bap, bap)

If Unknown T is having a video (Bap), I’ll turn that T-Bop into a back flip (Bap, bap, bap)

Came out of jail, **** talking loads (Keep chatting)

Keep saying my name like I don’t do the most

Says that he drills, we know that he don’t (Nah)

We made the ambulance come get bro

About, “Double R will clart it” He doesn’t shoot no poles (Nah)

SOS when he bucked Lil Dabz He’ll slap these shoes tryna tag that soul (Bap, bap, bap)

Aye yo