Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peckham Krazy , by - Tiny BoostRelease date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |