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