Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5am Vamping , by - Carns Hill. Release date: 24.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5am Vamping |
| Squad |
| From kway back then likkle yout' fam I learned how to rob |
| Ring trap, ring trap, manaman sell Whitney and Bob |
| 67 ain’t a gang, it’s a family, something like a mob |
| Bang for my bro, bang for my blood nonstop |
| Got drillers that lurk with the mop |
| You don’t wanna see LD with that spinner that barks like a dog |
| Slip or slide, slip then you’re gonna get got |
| Put smoke in the ride let’s lurk I’m tryna hit em with the dots |
| Vamping |
| 5am with the gang, blowing loud on a gang ting |
| Finnessing the game like Messi |
| Whenever 67's in the rave manaman blow loud so the club’s so smelly |
| Pengting tryna act prestige in the corner but man know she a jezzy |
| Money don’t sleep at all |
| I link my plug then chop it all up |
| Hit the market and set up my stall |
| My young boys get in them bands |
| They said trapping man fuck that school |
| Dropped two packs off kway |
| Told my runners «Don't fuck up at all» |
| I get bands that’s cool |
| From trapping, shows and making new tunes |
| Kitties dem love my stones |
| Shooters and trappers and pengtings love my tunes |
| From way back we fucked up the roads |
| Skengs on peds, skengs in a 4 door too |
| Dotty on the ride from way back |
| 32 spinners and bro we had a 44 too |
| Now we got a chopper with 50 |
| You don’t wanna get hit with this corn |
| That’s 50 bells in this clip |
| Gun same size like a fucking chainsaw |
| Little man you won’t ever understand |
| Until you see the fucking size of the corn |
| 44 in a 4 door like 67k, what, where? |
| Hold corn |
| Gang |
| Since LD’s here who cares if Scribz on a ban |
| Suttin got touched round there now there’s bare feds where man hang |
| How you fucking with dem man there and claiming that we’re fam? |
| Well you’ll soon learn that can be dodgy |
| Free Wig got locked for a body |
| Ain’t seen him since '011 |
| Them days we got stashed with a shotty |
| You better just mean it and do it |
| When I raise that mash, no time to say sorry |
| Young boys on the block trapping on volks these days |
| Who cares about colly |
| You don’t wanna see Liquez with a skeng |
| That there’s nothing but danger |
| That’s churches, suits and ties |
| And family singing «away in a manger» |
| Had am you were smoking on cheese |
| Calm down you don’t know about flavours |
| Need a steak and rice |
| Got this thing on my waist, don’t care |
| Still going through flavours |