Anything Peck Get Bun

Active Gxng & SWavey (Active Gxng) & SY (Active Gxng) & Strika & Sus - Rap, UK
Anything Peck Get Bun
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Suspect] How many times have you crossed the road? I swear I love it, ask my brothers Active Gang, we out at night with zombie knives Tryna do man proper Spot that opper, door get popped Run out, I chinged that prick non stop Ching up a hood on top Jump back in, change up cars in the block Back to the gwop Chop up the rock and serve like waiter I ain't really a raver Bando cutting shapes with that razor Rambo in and out of your blazer Leave man twitching like he got tasered Get round there, all black like Vader Zombie Killer, no lightsaber Cah I'll do it likе GTA In a stolen car, tryna leave man wastеd I swear the feeling's amazing When I swing and push my blade in Paigans see me, heart start racing True say, I'm North-West one But I got hate for the Cumbo cunts Get 'round there and rise up guns [Verse 2: Strika] When three of the AG step (AG's) Suttin' has to get wet Suttin' has to get drenched Or wet down on volts Don't trip or drop and get soaked Anything Peck get wet Anything Peck get soaked Anything Peck get bun I'm tryna wet down one of them sons I'm tryna put down one of them kids Anything Peck get fished Anything Peck get fished You know we're a scary sight When three man hop out the ride Might back out our knives on sight Chase man down, play nice I saw the fright in his eyes He didn't wanna buck this knife He didn't wanna buck this, ugh [Verse 3: S.Y] Active Gang, yeah, we jump in rides Make corn fly to the other side Them man hide at night So we're gliding broad daylight Broadday assassin, aim and rise Slap him twice Me and Sus, ZK twinning [Verse 4: SWavey] I'm on a ride with some unknown members Tryna spill some red, no ketchup Back out the zombie knife, and I watched that yute get wet up Drenched up Make sure I ching up the neck blud Then it's back to the Grove with the members And planning a move like Wenger [Verse 5: Hitman] You know I'm a certified kwenger If I ain't got a bally and gloves Blacked out face, and bareback slap it Let's ride, let's glide, get active Four in the Five, three say "Hi" Run, don't trip You might just die Run down Mizz, he left his mind Nut-nut, run [?] free to hide Can't see them, they're not outside (where are they) When I do it, I do it right, right, right, right
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Credits
- Writers
- Strika
- Sus
- SY (Active Gxng)
- Hitman (Active Gxng)
- SWavey (Active Gxng)