Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gully, artist - Darq E Freaker. Album song Don't Freak Out, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thrift World Order
Song language: English
Gully |
No hope when I talk to the kids |
No advice, they just want draws on my spliff |
You can end up getting bored in the bits |
Thought that you was ready, now your boys wanna quit |
Cos I’m at the front door, bangin' on the glass |
I got the skengman sat up in the car |
Raging bull, cause panic for your ma |
She probably knows (??) |
Rain on a man in my shower-man coat |
Cost four bills so I’m looking shower yats know |
Tell her come smoke with the best of the eastern |
Blessed can pretend nang on the road, but I hot em up |
A week later they shot him up |
Proper stuff |
They don’t wanna acknowledge us |
What the fuck |
Now i’m Moving like a fugitive |
I’m on the run |
On the run |
But wha’d to that pussyole? |
Pussyole |
Now he’s thinkin that he’s fully road |
Pussy know shanked up, now you’re hoody’s soaked |
Hoody soaked |
Mum’s crying on the radio |
Here we go, gotta let ya know it’s dangerous |
On the roadside, killers wanna aim & bust |
Lord knows why, but he ain’t saving us |
So I’m on a new ting, Max gone loose |
Now my man are are armed & dangerous |
Little pussy, I’m not a vibrator, tell me why you wanna play with us? |
The east 's new generation came from us olders hatin', not wanting to see my |
name come up |
So I guess like it’s everything before grime |
But I’m gonna blast through and rattle your jaw-side |
Compared to sheep than cattle the more time |
My phones (?) for the gal who wore diams |
Yeah, I know you think you’re live |
I know you think you’re gully |
I see your crew, everywhere that I go, north to south, but you don’t make money |
If I come through with the guys |
Everythings gonna get ugly |
I cook a man’s pride |
Cos Maxsta’s gully |
Maxsta’s gully (x15) |
No hype I just sheen for the P’s |
But I can wile out and leave your brain on the street |
In a world where racism’s peak, white girls love grime, fuck racism |
B I ain’t not politician |
But I probably could, because I’m on a mission |
Trying to change the world up, because I’ve got a vision |
Spitting flames I’ll blaze up on a gully riddim |
It’s the return of the cruddy villain |
Everyday I come accross mans with nothing |
And man are seeing struggle and strife |
Nutters with knives |
Yatti’s with prams |
Man are going sick with bangers & crumbs |
I might stroll to the car, & bangers & mash |
Now he’s left the room, I’m banging his yat |
There ain’t no love, no manners with max |
If I like my cousin’s girl, I’m daggering that |
So why’d I give a fuck about you blood? |
You been about, but you didn’t really do much |
Two’s who, don’t hit em on my zoot cuz |
Rizla full of lemon, I roll fruits up |
Go and stand over there about group hug |
In my shower-man jacket I’m a trooper |
Gotta stay close to a shooter |
Fi these cunts wanna rob me for my moolah |
I live a crazy life, I’m paranoid boy |
You best approach with caution, or avoid boy |
I’m a man that you can not boy boy |
MCs see me and make noise boy |
That makes me realise I’m a realer G |
Says a lot about you if you ain’t feelin' me |
Teach ya girl alphabet, I’ll give her D |
Then I gotta go sleep like z-z-zee, bad boy family, calm |
Yeah, I know you think you’re live |
I know you think you’re gully |
I see your crew, everywhere that I go, north to south, but you don’t make money |
If I come through with the guys |
Everything’s gonna get ugly |
I cook a man’s pride |
Cos Maxsta’s gully |
Maxsta’s gully (x15) |