Lyrics Numerous Times - R6, 67, ST

Numerous Times

Spinners, dotties, chinging
Savage on sight
These bulldogs bite
Shoutout to my driller
Two L’s tryna bun little man’s head (Bow)
His friend got one in his belly (One)
Do it like we did it already
Bro did Sav in his belly (Ching)
Big man came for a steak
He got chinged on a empty belly (Hungry)
Shouts out Santan man
Feds said we done up his arm and leggy (Arm and leg)
All them victims screaming out gang
Cos they’ve all been stitched or leggy (Stitched)
Looking at Itch, like how did it jam in his head that would of been eggy (How?)
Used to get round there with one pop
And dem man still fucking leggy (Run out)
We’re broad day bangers
Tryna leave man #deadly (Dead up)
Step correct with dem waps
My team know we ain’t friendly (Step correct)
4 door truck but it’s risk'
No hoopties might see us in Bentleys (Skrrt)
Free up my bro, he just got a bird and dat shit look lengthy
(Free up Kizz)
5 man deep in a whip, lets ride (Lurk)
Kiz with a Spartan
T-Trap still got faith in his kitchen knife (Loves it)
Numerous times
We stepped 'round there tryna take a life (Dun out 'ere)
Dey know it ain’t safe
Every time we step they ain’t outside (Where they at)
Either that or they know how to hide (Dun out 'ere)
Shouts out lurk squad
Once again we came on time (Love it)
Big jackets and full clips
Backroad nigga don’t get fried (Bap bap)
2 man on a stolen ped, doing up extra time
Do it and dash on a CC
Back then saddle mould on the drive (Skrrt)
Dotty on the ride, tryna get Tower
I was pissed it jammed (Jammed)
Clap dat young boy in his head back
Dem manaman was fine
How can dem man say we’re not riding?
(How?)
Dem man must be fried
6 man jogging, 4 in truck, 2 on bike (Skrrt skrrt)
Talking, dem man ain’t riding (Nah)
Push back on a night ting (Riding)
Bruck-back too lengthy (Lengthy)
Spinner way too chunky
Went from buying a tracki at JD’s
To chinging drooled him at Carphone (Too splashy)
Don’t know which was worse though, was it Bisch or him (Which one?)
Spinners, dotties, chinging, leave that redruM lane (redruM redruM)
RedruM attempt, no way your scars can come little like Wayne (No way)
These bulldogs bite, leave you wet like lake
Or we splash-splash
Swimming in guys with the fattest blades (Slash-splash)
Pull up dash, back out his mash and den he ran away (You're dun out 'ere)
How can you do that?
My nigga just came to play (Play)
Now he just went, shit’s all cray (Mad)
Plus two more rusty bitches, what can I say?
(Woiyoi)
I need me a woosher, so I can leave them sprayed (Sprayed)
I might come tru with the ugh, sawn-off gauge
5 man deep in a whip, lets ride (Lurk)
Kiz with a Spartan
T-Trap still got faith in his kitchen knife (Loves it)
Numerous times
We stepped 'round there tryna take a life (Dun out 'ere)
Dey know it ain’t safe
Every time we step they ain’t outside (Where they at)
Either that or they know how to hide (Dun out 'ere)
Shouts out lurk squad
Once again we came on time (Love it)
Big jackets and full clips
Backroad nigga don’t get fried (Bap bap)
2 man on a stolen ped, doing up extra time
Do it and dash on a CC
Back then saddle mould on the drive (Skrrt)