Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grouchy, artist - R6. Album song Search & Destroy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
Grouchy |
| Jump out gang… |
| Drillers and Trappers… |
| Ayyyyyyy |
| Big bro just got new corn for the spin, that made my day |
| Gotta see what this ones sayin, slide round Raq, that’s training day |
| Still do it on the A, all masked up, give clout to the A |
| I was 16 with a shotty same size as a rambz tryna aim for a face |
| Shouts outs my batch, how much blood have we left on the pave? |
| Half of your squad has been done, How dare you scream 67K? |
| Should’ve seen my man’s face when we did jump out gang in the mains |
| Wet mandown with this Rambo, don’t think you can firm this blade |
| 67 we dem big homies with waps |
| Little homies, mind your chat |
| It ain’t nuttin to get man wacked |
| Trapping ain’t dead, I’m still juggin then |
| Bitch niggas, your whole squad that’s full of them |
| Lurk around where the pagans chill |
| Catch someone and bullet them |
| Big gun with a clip on the side holding 20 odd corn |
| I hope that we see all of them |
| Knife works best cheff a man watch his blood spill |
| That’s #SlauterTing (Twentyone) |
| Serving all these packs |
| Counting up all this cash |
| 2 litre ding-dong |
| Come round do man dirty |
| 6 shots in that spin |
| I need me one that holds about 30 |
| Gang just brought a new wap |
| Lets get lurky |
| Gauge come lick out a mans back |
| What’s going out worthy |
| Tell my young boy lay low |
| We just scored on the opps and he’s doing up servery |
| 17 ain’t scored on no one |
| They bang for their bros cos dem man nerdy |
| You think they come to the block and we won’t get lurky |
| 4 door truck driving around for hours tryna get squirty |
| Last madness, I had the man that guy got slapped with loads of pebs |
| Could have got chingged or left him dead |
| Either way he got left all drenched |
| You might see me with Skrill or Skeng |
| But don’t mention man in the ends |
| Boot man instant get a man qwenged |
| .44 fully loaded Rem |
| Might step round there with no type of friend |
| Man step round there with bro’s only that’s smokes in coats no meds |
| Big jackets, big qweffers |
| Big hammers, ripped sweaters |
| Dem man talking wass till we come round and leave man stretchered |
| We used to step round der |
| Used to pedal round der, like Tour De France |
| Do it like yardman, one hand 'pon my hip |
| That’s the gunman stance |
| We walk on streets bare smoke that’s heat |
| That’s even in the dance |
| Free Hoops dats bro from day |
| Trench coats we’re filling grant |
| Fuck these niggas coming like bitches where there sending |
| Big Rambo, make sure you don’t get up when I drench him |
| Lines on, 24's all the kitty’s phone for that leng ting |
| Walked into the bando, all the nitties scream when I stepped in |
| Waps, lost another one |
| Then we got another one |
| You don’t wanna be another one |
| Step with the wand Harry Potter one |
| Red tape color one |
| But money haffi make, I bake bread, toast it and butter one |
| Jump out gang with the frier, had enough of the chasing tryna cut a one |
| On your block on serious gang shit, tryna get your head, chest Blow your hair |
| .44 corn make a big man dance, he’s done out here |
| How many time have we gone round there and left something done out there? |
| Now I hear there’s feds and dogs out there |