Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song #Grubby , by - 67. Song from the album Glorious Twelfth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
#Grubby |
| My niggas they just love the waps and cutlery |
| But they be trappy |
| All my 60 niggas love the queens face |
| Relocate if it’s bait |
| I hate catching a case |
| Been smoking cookie all day |
| Leave your room with your haze |
| Only bands and opps that I chase |
| I wake up and count the queen’s face |
| Still got beef on my plate |
| And I shed off plates with my mates |
| we’re getting this cake |
| Stupid feds wanna lock me away |
| Lurking dingers in and out estates |
| Big fuck off stones man will blow you away |
| I got a straight face |
| Nuttin here ain’t funny (No) |
| Head shot, chest shot |
| Or below that’s straight for your tummy (bow) |
| Them man are all babies |
| Back the shotty whacking with dummies (Bow bow) |
| Big trench-coat with the skeng |
| When it’s hot and it’s sunny (Dead) |
| I’m tryna have some binbags full of money (Alla dat alla dat) |
| So I’m out here serving it to the druggies (To the cats) |
| Most of my opps are bummy |
| Just talk like their on their grind (Na) |
| And none of my opps don’t bang (Don't bang) |
| Don’t bang on the six they lie |
| Put my hands on my heart we ride |
| If it ain’t skengs then we got dem knives (Ching ching) |
| So don’t slip and lose your life |
| Fam we savage with that knife |
| And if I shoot it it’s on site (Grrrrrra) |
| RIP and I say goodbye |
| No hat more time when I step (Stepping) |
| Them niggas they looking for pussy |
| I’m out ere tryna get a cheque (That's lame) |
| (Yo yo) |
| Roll up and blow |
| Man jump out with them skengs den a man doing ten toes |
| Skeng out on show |
| Civilians they be out more then you so they call the five-O (snitches) |
| Mans lurking with bro |
| with a little bit of yak and spliff that I roll |
| Free jigga my bro |
| Dem niggas know |
| When manaman step man I’m aiming for toes |
| Boom boom take a man off his toes |
| Do a drill then go shell off a show (C'mon c’mon) |
| Ay, ay, my niggas dem drillers you know |
| My niggas they just love the waps and cutlery |
| But they be trappy |
| All my 60 niggas love the queens face |
| Relocate if it’s bait |
| I hate catching a case |
| Been smoking cookie all day |
| Leave your room with your haze |
| Only bands and opps that I chase |
| I wake up and count the queen’s face |
| Still got beef on my plate |
| And I shed off plates with my mates |
| we’re getting this cake |
| Stupid feds wanna lock me away |
| Lurking dingers in and out estates |
| Big fuck off stones man will blow you away |
| Knife or a ching ching |
| Asap ain’t in a no fisting (No) |
| Run man down with the rambo |
| Catch him swing that round and fist him |
| The opps know how the ting goes (Truss) |
| They either dasheen or we did dem (Dasheen) |
| Chopping food like a butcher (Cheffing) |
| My nigga in the bando |
| Pyrex on the cooker |
| Cowboy style with the 44 (4s) |
| On the field tryna rise the score (Rise it) |
| Serving shots like a farm man (Truss) |
| Leave a nigga spreaded on the floor |
| I need hella bands and guns galore (Guns) |
| Break a pack into loads of pebs |
| I done a hundred I got hundreds more |
| Armed and dangerous |
| Young and famous (60) |
| Age 15, I was crashing at school |
| Tryna leave Dijon brainless (Ai) |
| Nowadays I’m stepping on opps |
| Same routine tryna leave man brainless (Bow) |
| Dem man der just bummy |
| Looking like Frank hella dark from shameless (Hahaha, little bitches) |
| I’m peppering pricks and pedalling bricks (Papapapow) |
| Can’t talk about L they know about me |
| I pepper the strip (Ai, ai) |
| These niggas are bitter and sour |
| Coming like lemons and shit (Little) |
| We’re out here making it rain |
| And opps will pricks (Papapapow) |
| Look anywhere we on violence (Ai) |
| I do shows and I’m still on riding (Gang) |
| And I still slang packs in the hood (I trap) |
| Still flinch when I see dem sirens (Shook) |
| Look all my young gs on volts |
| When they step they fill it and rise it (Rraa rraa) |
| It’s still fuck trident |
| Spent this whole year breaching my license (Gang gang gang) |
| My niggas they just love the waps and cutlery |
| But they be trappy |
| All my 60 niggas love the queens face |
| Relocate if it’s bait |
| I hate catching a case |
| Been smoking cookie all day |
| Leave your room with your haze |
| Only bands and opps that I chase |
| I wake up and count the queen’s face |
| Still got beef on my plate |
| And I shed off plates with my mates |
| we’re getting this cake |
| Stupid feds wanna lock me away |
| Lurking dingers in and out estates |
| Big fuck off stones man will blow you away |