Lyrics Lambeth Maps - 67

Lambeth Maps

3 postcodes, 4 door trucks
Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps
Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce
Man a man spill it like 'gnac
6 gang tryna turn man pack
Hearsay so we’re paro and dat
Come find us, we trapping in our flats
Feds tryna find man’s waps
Hit squad, tryna catch me sliding
Dingers cold, keep cutting out
But we warm it up whilst we’re gliding
Last nigga try push his luck
If he didn’t cut, I would’ve striked him
From any bitch thinks she’s prestige
Get on your knees that’s the right thing
Talk about chingers with smoke
44s in a 4 door
Skrr round there but them boy they’re ghost
It’s funny they’re doing the most
Or sending for me, you see me on streets
Estate on your toes (why you tripping)
Really been running through O’s
Money like hoes, it comes and it goes
Still back it I want that war
Them boy just dash, got chinged and wapped
But roads ain’t fun any more
I don’t need to check that score
Let’s lurk, let’s lurk, got your block extinct
Cause the gang do tours
I heard you robbed my man but we’re coming for yours
Shit gets radical with my thoughts
3 postcodes, 4 door trucks
Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps
Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce
Man a man spill it like 'gnac
6 gang tryna turn man pack
Hearsay so we’re paro and dat
Come find us, we trapping in our flats Feds tryna find man’s waps
3 postcodes, 4 door truck
Might bring out the one .22
Let’s lurk on Lambeth map
I’ve got smoke, bro’s got one too
See them boys from a mile off
They pick up their pants and leave their shoes
Leave the whole block smokey
Would’ve thought they’re doing barbecue
Get out the way
Civilians get out the way
I’m tryna pitch me a big dog
Ain’t tryna catch me astray
Tell your barbies move too
Cause we brought that gauge
One press on that button
Whole leave of pellets gon spray
Ring trap, ring trap, put the water on pause
Get trap fit
Shouts out my joggers
In two days scored a hatrick
The block corn’s too mad
If it hit him, he would’ve back-flipped
Skrred back to the ends
Upset cause the corn was acting
3 postcodes, 4 door trucks
Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps
Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce
Man a man spill it like 'gnac
6 gang tryna turn man pack
Hearsay so we’re paro and dat
Come find us, we trapping in our flats
Feds tryna find man’s waps
We’re anti law
Bro said whip it right cause he likes his bitches raw
So Snoop put work in the kitchen
And leave that bitch all raw
6 gang
My bro’s been fucking up tour
Manna mix chip with the cookie
Then I do zombie walk
4 door truck but it’s mense
Itch got the light and the chalk
Young boy working on the ends
Got green, now it’s coming like sport
Caught my man and he ran
Caught him again, he got bored
Ching ching man down
Now you gotta pray to the lord
Used to get round here with swords
Scooby Doo run off indoors
M on your block with the .4's
That’s a scary sight, don’t pause
We’re anti fucking law
And we take risks that’s how we score
Gang, gang, gang, gang
3 postcodes, 4 door trucks
Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps
Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce
Man a man spill it like 'gnac
6 gang tryna turn man pack
Hearsay so we’re paro and dat
Come find us, we trapping in our flats
Feds tryna find man’s waps