Lyrics Gangland - Lowkey OFB, Headie One, OFB

Gangland

Hella shh, shh, shh
That’s the whole place shun
Whole place cordoned off and di tent up
Police dem a look fi intent
If a nuh OFB den am nutten
Dem ready know seh mi ah rebel
Jook, jook, skrr out the 4 door 'matic, shotgun
Man ah man rise up the Trenton and buss off di cylinder head
Cylinder done
You tink seh a 1 or 2, 3 or 4
Ah mussi 'bout 5 or 6 ah dem
Ah must we head dat make dem dere
On your mark we ready set
And yuh know we crash and set
Cuttin' tru' shh on the backroad, hope I see suttin', I’ma tape dis one
Still love a spontaneous one, still do a man foul, go change my garms
As long as the OS out 'ere chatting, all the streets ain’t calm
New ammunition, expensive one, tell the plug make sure the extended one
Bruck down dinger or a rented one, when the tints down press it more than once
Tryna go home with a empty one, leave him with wounds, exit ones
Life on the M way gets tiring, I’m still doing lengthy ones
Buss this pack, it’s a certain one, it’s been a shit day if I ain’t made one
Pull up on dem di hard one next shop
Buss up pon di organ
Buss up pon di organ
We make a boy fly, no Jordan
We make a boy fly, no Jordan
No make no stretch widout car crime
Cah we are the neighbourhood shottas
Dem with the rockhand
Pull up pon dem man test out di brukkas
Dem kno seh we don’t have no honour
True we a send shots cross di borders
Soon di whole of dem haffi slaughter
Gang dem pull up and bun off di barber
We ah shave man head
We ah lift up all of dem
Spin spin ting load wid copper head
OFB that shit bloodshed
Break these barriers
I was at the courthouse tryna act like an amateur
Age nineteen, got significant role, I wish they’d have called me a carrier
I was only tryna buy me a 15 calibre, large one stick to the wall like a
banister
You can get it from the back like Pallister, do him up front like Cantona
I told bro keep his eyes on the road, me, I’m just doing up passenger
Man see all the opp boys run up out 'ere, I swear they do too much
cardiovascular
Turn down a reload with my manager, he couldn’t even handle the fumes in the
atmosphere
Tryna turn this soft to rock, tryna do it like Noel Gallagher
OFB a straight blood den
Dem dem dem kno seh man hot head
Henywhere a man get cetch
Finish and tare off flesh
Don’t try and come take man fi fraud true say man ah rap in yardie
Gully man straight outta di Farm
Dem dem kno seh we too out of order
Put it on for the whole of the O, that’s gangland
Different sweets like Randoms
4 doors fill up with handgun
Jump out, throw way more than a tantrum
Opps fully ain’t respect man’s gangster
'Til they’re stuck to the gorund like a angster
Could still go there and do it with Bradders
I wish they would free all the mandem
Two of the brucks is in di bull dog
Ting dem ah bark like ah one dog
War is war
Top striker dem know about
Smoke on dem, smoke and start dance
Which one of dem deh want meet the war
Mi seh which one of dem deh want meet the war
Been getting sick of my ringtone
Ring my old spot, more rocks than Flintstones
Old school like Jenny, no cinco
Me and bro gotta talk on encryptors
Bruck down Astra, maybe a Citroen
On the other side, I’m tryna spill some Vimto
Bad B’s come to the Nizz and I bet they all know my lingo