Lean And Shoot

Lyrics

[Intro] Creep up, ching chow, then move If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot HARGO production I don't know how we beef these yutes Five months, put three of them yutes on the news If ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5 If bro bro rev I might lean and shoot Two got chinged and packed on the back Bro done got shot by the main road [Verse 1] Ayo, somebody gimme the drop I'm lurking for opps, but they all want to hide Three postcodes, let me step and slide And four opp blocks, at least one go die Bro bro jump in the ride and drive And the walls go 'round like the London eye 15 inch on my waist At least if the ting don't slap then I'm shanking guys Wagwan, wagwan, wagwan Ay, somebody tell them GG, don't test my temper I put six in your back like Bender And your friends take him out like Wenger, or Paddy McGuiness Do it like my AG members Got two down, one excellent finish And put more in the A&E, but soon come turn THC Had your friends on BBC I jump out whips and they run from me Shit their shit could be never be gangdem Cah the mandem know its NLMB Do it like Sus, put score on the shank But don't slip, cah the shanking come free Stand your ground and end on the road, cap No capping, this is peek-a-boo Who's on who, I'm on these yutes No drive-bys, I jump out and shoot One eye closed when I aim like Fetty Gunpowder from my head to my shoes Or rambos go in like butter Do it like Haze to my Jordans Loubs [Chorus] I don't know how we beef these yutes We got three and three plus two Five months, put three of them yutes on the news Creep up, ching chow, then move Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5 If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot Two got chinged and packed on the back Bro done got shot on the main road too I don't know how we beef these yutes We got three and three plus two Five months, put three of them yutes on the news Creep up, ching chow, then move Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5 If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot Two got chinged and packed on the back Bro done got shot on the main road too [Verse 2] Lurking around, can't find no one Four paigan blocks, where the fuck are they at Berlin cunts, but they still want chat See us in the field and they ain't that bad Bismillah and then load that dotty Big tipper cuz these bells are fat Leave him in the air like Jordans Gordan And then cheff him with this fuck off shank I might call this B Sharkeisha The nitty K'OD when they took this bujj They call for when they need my help I'm a local hero, like Robin Hood 24s, flying them like Peter I'm the captain of my Camden-Hood Anywhere goes, wa-llāhi, I'm good We're the reason the jareers are shook Still get round with the tee on my face Holy shanked on the opp boy saint Put it in flesh then back on my waist I don't cut shapes or dance in the rain But ill still cut shapes on a paigans face 3.8 spinner on a young-boy, gun-boy Burst then free all the heat like Quay All for the image they tried to paint Don't act bad, cah we know you ain't Baremans blood got put on the pave Why you wanna talk on the gang for the fame Wanna be famous, how about front page? Do it like Wesley, double the blade Shank man up from his feet to his face Round here, you don't stop when your hand feels tired Keep splashing, till your hand goes lame [Chorus] I don't know how we beef these yutes We got three and three plus two Five months, put three of them yutes on the news Creep up, ching chow, then move Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5 If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot Two got chinged and packed on the back Bro done got shot on the main road too I don't know how we beef these yutes We got three and three plus two Five months, put three of them yutes on the news Creep up, ching chow, then move Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5 If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot Two got chinged and packed on the back Bro done got shot on the main road too