Lyrics Peckham Krazy - Tiny Boost, Ps, Kwengface

Peckham Krazy

Hitsquad, Hitsquad baby
Pecknarm shit
Ps up til I freeze up
Pants sagging, black flagging, you already know
Uh
Look
Hitsquad’s here, what?
Fuck (Hitsquad)
Pull up, pop pop, what?
shot watch
Bruski’s still locked up, but, I said the clocks don’t stop (Free him up)
I’ve only been out for about 2 months and I had to burn that top,
trackie gloves and trainers also
2 Known Zoo, Boost, alie we grew up in a warzone ('Narm)
I done stepped with a botty but I like the 3 8 ting more so
I shoulda woulda coulda uh uh I know I can’t claim that almost
But his friend got torso, neck stress you can say that’s almost
Lemme slow it down
My bro got a pack, ain’t no show I’m rolling loud
I rap for the money, cah you know I gotta count mine
Pecknarm lil bitch, we the darkest in the south side
Index, index
#hitsquad pull up but we don’t spin decks
Spin ting spin like fed hollows I can leave 6 dead
Bro said go and park that wap but I can’t leave this skeng
No way, I can’t leave my friends
Nah, and I scream free Denz
Free LD, Lil Dsqueezo, in other words free Little Shaitan
Mum said «none of these yutes can take you» I just send change to my marj
Man just spray out the car, and if I ain’t far, I’ll ching up your clart
These niggas must be some sniff but I whip that shit and I know you ain’t hard
But I come back like Karma and cause chaos, I cause drama
Then back to the narm straight after
Loudest zoot with the loudest laughter
Them niggas just see that whip, and think «aw shit»
Just call us master
Backed this, wet up your chest and your head
Don’t get me cross like pastor
Yeah, yeah
Alright, we’ll take it from here
You know
Yeah
Real Peckham Boys shit, you know
Yeah
Zone 2 to SN1
Straight Hitsquad, ah
Peckham made niggas, yeah (Peckham made)
We the ones that come 'round and regulate niggas, yeah (Uh)
We the ones that caught bodies and got away with 'em, yeah (Uh)
SN1, Zone 2, who wan' play wit' them, uh?
Rap but I still do cocaine missions (Cocaine missions)
Dealing with
Look at the flick of his wrist
Don’t come 'round flexing, you know we love picking up shit, uh
Air shot, air shot (Shots)
Feel like a prick in your wig, uh
Man down, man down, uh
Hope they didn’t see what I did
Spit what I live
Them man there what they earn
All of my niggas on
I just gotta give them the word
Word, eat, young niggas wan' rap, eat
Told 'em just give me a verse
Give me the worst, give me the worst
But after brick, just give me the bird
Give me the bird
That bitch wan' fuck, I just lift up her skirt
Get in the car, then skrrt
give them a curse
I got niggas in jail, niggas in dirt
Turn niggas to packs
Put niggas on shirts,
Break bread like I’m sitting in church
Lean man in the car
Turn that whip to a hearse
Yeah I just ghost man
Come to your girl like man
Before I smoke man, poke man
Slap man, joke man
Headlock, choke slam
That’s what I do to the game
If we’re talking 'bout stripes, I got a few on my name
No we ain’t the same
Don’t ask what I’m on, 'cause I’m backing my wave
Ride out nuttin' for nine
And I’m lurking day after day
Pecknarm for life
Free niggas
Brap
Boom
Haha
Love shit (You know how it is)
Niggas
Look (Gang, gang)
Yo
Man don’t do ticks, do I look like Nike?
(What do I look like?)
Ring ring trap man’s doing up foot, car doing up bike
I can do you a bit of buj, but I’m not gonna lie, man’s flying this light
Girl with a back oh my
Don’t be shy like a man don’t bite (Oi come here)
Bro just smashed up an opp on the wing so you know that I bought him credit
Kwengface step on the stage, grap bap nothing but shellings (Brap)
Wanna take it there we can take it there direct we don’t need no debit
Rambo knife on the backroad
Do man dirt watch his flesh get severed
I do this ting for the money (Uh-huh), you do this ting for the fame
Can’t lie man I turned that deal down cah I can’t even lie it was lame ('Low it)
Me and broski switching lanes hitting 70 straight down to the paves
Bro wanna talk 'bout smoke and dinger might get chinged in the face
Yo big rambo on my waist all on me just by my pelvis
Peng gyal wanna blow my wanna rock and roll this ain’t nothing like Elvis (Come
here)
.9 on the buj on the one flick
Bro told me that I’m coming too selfish ('Low it)
Bro on the T with green, I got white we coming like Celtic
Pause, lemme just get one sec
Lemme just step and flex
OT OT gotta mash this bread (Hmm-hmm)
How you still chat when your friend them dead
How you still chat when your gang’s been cheffed
2 secs 2 secs lemme whip that skeng
Skrr, bang, do it again (Brap)
Them man hiding in shops and they still get
They can’t chat for my friends ('Low it)
I can name 2 few times few times few times that a man’s been cheffed
One in the head, one in the chest
I can’t even talk too mad cause a man’s giving way too much to the feds
Free Rugrat, free all of my friends (Free the gang)