Lyrics Gunfinger Fam - Serum, VoltAge, INJA

Gunfinger Fam

Now tell your homeboys to be patient
I’ll hold the spot, it ain’t vacant
I’ll do the due and I’ll mash the ting
And I’ll take the grave for you blatant
It’s not my fault, it’s all faded
I’ll take the blame, it’s all hatred
I’ll blame the game, it’s all wasted
They’re all waste, man, and I’m gaining
Ain’t no full table, we’re equal
And I’m the defender o' the evil
I’ll take 'em out and I’ll drown 'em out
With the love I have for my people
I’ll be that marksman for it, believe 'em
You’re coming to me like a sequel
Ain’t no prep-school but I’m dead cool
And I’ll scream from the top of my steeple
Sayin'
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam (uh uh)
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
(Uh uh)
So
I got the team and the gang
I got the team and the fam
I make the peeps go ham
I got the beef in the pan
Add the season then jam
Get out the plates out there for the fam
Drawer full of cutlery from my aunt
Little less talk and a lot more «nyagh»
Finish with a cup of tea and then bang
Straight out the gate, that one’s a rider
Get one jockey a man if I like her
Letting off rounds, something like Spyda
I go the distance, I’m too hyper
Raise up pitcher bowls and a lighter
Spark that gas, light that fire
I hate cheats, I’m not liar
Ain’t no love round here so I turn to a phoenix
I like buff tings, no bulimics
I show the flow that gets 'em all dreamin'
Raise the bar, they won’t believe it
Eye’s closed reading, blind folk feel it
Walk in your gaff like «hi, good evening»
Feet on your couch, trampolining
Invite the gang, tag team 'em
Turn your gaff to a club while speakin'
I got the specialist sound
Straight up, man, yeah you know I take down
Who shot your neck, man, I ain’t in your town
And I’m up drawn with merry-go-round
Don’t you see 'em tryna big pounds
Make them pounds, straight to accounts
Don’t write cheques but man got the bounce
Big man smile coz we getting no frowns
Cohr'
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam (nah)
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
You know what happens if you do though, innit?
Yo
Coz man, I’ll be fighting back
Like attacks
You’re with the witness behind my back
Writing raps, time collapse
My notes make notes so I count the stack
Gym bag, nice stash
No moustache, no sly tash
No sly quotes, no white blacks
Watch time grow when I write tracks
And I’m only here for the people that don’t wanna sit silent
I’ll keep 'em happy and vibrant
No time here for no tyrants
I’ll see things that they don’t see
Till I make them switch ultraviolet
Watch my flow I’m the pilot
So let’s take off and get riding cohr'
My fam
My peeps
My gang
My team
Some people wanna come with the seat
I don’t care for that, I do me
Temperatures on high and I see
Lose weight in parties we freak
Sweat drips and a gal get peak
They like a man that goes deep
Don’t follow, don’t flop, not me
Redesign and redefine them beats
Outer space for lightyears en flique
Get the portion and ride out meek
Ride the vibe and get all discrete
Hold it back and then fire my speech
Man don’t preach and I do it for the team
And I get them all hyper, we be letting off steam like
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
You can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
You can’t test my fam
(nah, nah)