Lyrics Traumatized - 67, LD, Dimzy

Traumatized

All of that all of that
Come on
Do this normal
Whipping in this cell I think I’m Gordon Ramsey
Whipping in my gaff, the pyrex come in handy
Bro be coming sandy, 4−4s come in handy
And word to mother’s I dont like niggas like brandy
3k and squeeze my niggas very anti
Hella bitches say the gang ain’t anti
It ain’t a thing the gyally still take off her panty
I’ll fuck your bitch and tell a nigga try me (come on)
Thames side living,
Loud still billing, hella brothers hella tizzies on the wing yeah we living
On spice your tripping,
the rice mans dishing
Bussing jokes in jail yeah free maro yeah I miss him
My bro’s the plug in prison, he hit me up and said he got his tizz in
I went to jail I rid a little pigeon,
see ID
piss they free the fuckin villains
Come like trap my religion, see loads of birds no pigeons
I’m on bait shit wacking up opps
I go jail and ride them pigeons
Red TG patrolling the 6, board them might lead to the brits
Dont fuck around with my fuck arounds, i got caught for selection of sticks
Next show might buy us a skeng, or hella ding dongs at the pens
We trap so hard in the ends now the chain on my neck cost more than a skeng
You can be on piss or not still get leaned on quick get shot
Still vom let me rob that pot, straight drop man turned that pot
Got nicked feds know that I didn’t but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked
, I’m north of the trap and we drillin
Got nicked feds know that I didn’t but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked, I’m north of the trap and we drillin
I smash stones out in the nitty’s cribs
Ill slap corn straight through your niggas wig
I’ve got bitches on their knees, sucking my dick
Kings of the 6, 4s in the wiz
Whipping in the sink the waters running quick
I will chef you in your mouth dont give me no lip
Free the guys, they was getting watched serving on the strip
Free M Skeng he dont give a shit
Man smoke opp like ammi spliff
2 bells in the twirl man are cannon him
Niggas know we’re lurky so they’re panicking
Do a nigga dirty with some savages
09 to 012 working with shotguns, now its handguns and macs
Niggas keep giving that the talk, you can get your life took like that
Trust me the own is all mad,
S got pulled in a cab, cos he had a spin ting in his bag, and the judge just
gave S 5
So trust me everthings sad
Done half a year in a cam but now I’m back
Feds wanna give me a bird just cos I’m black
I was in thames side free flow sawing when I got cracked
On site, I’m tryna leave him on his back
On site, I’m tryna put bulley in a bag
And if you know liquez then you know I’m mad
On site, I’m tryna leave him on his back
On site, I’m tryna put bulley in a bag
Mans on knifing and mans on drills mans on trappin man got skills
G money got guap like tesco tills, pengtings wanna lurk on Brixton Hill
Wiggie got life for a 1 shot kill, 24 years and they hit him up still
I could do work with a stainless steel, knife work make him buckle like a girl
wearing heels
In the 44s in the 4 doors let’s lurk
Chunky stones make em twerk
Hit em up and do the swerve
I was up in the bando, told mum I’m doing work
Track suits and bank rolls, I’ve got peng lizzie peng dirt
For the gals can’t twerk, I like brown skin girls, I got work
Everyday a man works, put my kicks on let’s lurk
Ten toes on the opp block, hit his face hit his shirt
He won’t put his face on a shirt, free squeezy dum mashed the works