Lyrics A Town Matters - M24, tookie, M Dargg

A Town Matters

But it’s nothin'
Pagans talk but them boys get smothered
Mothers, so I don’t wanna hear that rubbish
So tell me why it gets encouraged?
(Why?)
I’m pretty sure it’s us man that done it
Dirty lovers and black blade clutchers
So so pretty but do man butters, crutters (Woi)
On the ride, no fluters (You know)
Splashed on them and we splashed on others (That way)
In the field, no stutters
I ain’t goin' back to the bin like rubbish (No way)
Silly boy thought he had courage
Muppet, got put on the bench like Sturridge (Yes)
Young nigga try to run at these unders (Woi, woi)
Us really carry that L like luggage
Lil' bro got locked for a couple of summers
Now talks back, it’s nothin'
Food locked for a couple of runners
Two dot dots, that’s dumber and dumber (Dudu)
For my brother, put man on a jumper
Phone quiet, still doin' up numbers
Mandem opp block, doin' up hunters (Rrr)
Used to dip dip (Dip), now it’s click click
In the van, we can’t hit the strip
Man do Walcott, shoot from the whip
Man hit the stomach, shoot from the hip
Rubber handle so it’s new on the grip
Down for the reload, reload the clip
Four for the kicks, boots for the pitch
Course black lives matter, that’s why I still gotta do it for my brothers (Grr,
baow)
Can’t hit that spliff cah I don’t know what man’s doin' in them covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they’re runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
A-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still gotta watch for the undercover’s (Undercover's)
Course black lives matter, that’s why I still gotta do it for my brothers (Grr,
baow)
Can’t hit that spliff cah I don’t know what man’s doin' in them covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they’re runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
A-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still gotta watch for the undercover’s (Undercover's)
Two wheels or the thingy
I handle the dirt bike like Meek Milly (How you mean?)
He’s holdin' a wiggy
Smoke at his top like a fuckin' chimney
Their gaff, hoes wanna bring me
And we don’t dance, why they fuckin' sing me?
One one brown one, one one indie
Both want the D and man’s not stingy (Serious)
Bro got smoke and his swingy
Them man love breeze, yeah, the whole gang’s windy
Ching man’s ting, do you dig me?
And bodies get caught 'round here like frisbees (Gang)
All tits and no back (What?)
That’s a booby trap (That's mad)
I said play with the gang, get whacked (Muhh)
Now he’s a fruity pack
I’m in the A with the GBG’s
Come 'round here, little nigga, don’t freeze (Don't freeze)
Poke him, smoke him, roll it
Now that nigga gets smoked like weed (Loud pack)
Otherside lookin' all stressed
Yes, A town, fuck all the rest
I got racks on racks in the bank
Whack that opp and earn this bread (Gang)
It’s me, 'Bo ('Bo)
Long time I rise this smoke
'Cause the G’s dem bang, they’ll let that go
Free M, free free akh, they know (They know)
Payback rapid (Rapid), slap, slap, grab it
Tap it, see them man and bang it
Gang, bang
Course black lives matter, that’s why I still gotta do it for my brothers (Grr,
baow)
Can’t hit that spliff cah I don’t know what man’s doin' in them covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they’re runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
A-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still gotta watch for the undercover’s (Undercover's)
Course black lives matter, that’s why I still gotta do it for my brothers (Grr,
baow)
Can’t hit that spliff cah I don’t know what man’s doin' in them covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they’re runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
A-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still gotta watch for the undercover’s (Undercover's)