Guns Up

Lyrics

You're all listening to the sounds of the BBCC Bad Boy Chiller Crew [Chorus] Yo rude boy, you don't want beef Four-by-four, times three, blacked-out in Jeeps Jump out, switch colleague Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees I'ma bad boy out and out I said I cast sideways from the roundabout Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks When you hear this tune, put your guns up bitch [Verse 1] Yo, YZF or a Husqvarna Beef kicks off but I love the drama No face, no case when I put my 'clava Boys gon' ride, where the fuck the Karma? Yo my guys all action, no talkin' Big whip, all blacked-out, we chargin' Bigs up the guy who we shottin' B slam, be nice, then we floor it Lines of the cocaine, four-by-four Some gold chains, drive past fast, strong 'complice Leather gloves on, that's no trace No face, no case, just road rage Three boys in the back and we hit your block And the boys super quick, don't piss me off At your back door, I'ma grit the lot Got the keys from the car and the tractions off [Chorus] Yo rude boy, you don't want beef Four-by-four, times three, blacked-out in Jeeps Jump out, switch colleague Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees I'ma bad boy out and out I said I cast sideways from the roundabout Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks When you hear this tune, put your guns up bitch [Verse 2] Name brands on my jeans Drive fast in that Bim, yo police When I stop and ask where I've been, tell 'em You can suck on this - Yo, I be out late night, 'til the daytime Hit a lick real quick in the A5 Estate life, we drive bait rides We don't pay fines, we might take lives You got big whips for them ram raids Big packs of that dam grade Big backs when I'm backstage I got big bikes for them landscapes Yo, drug likers, cops on watch Doors get locked then doors get popped Kens get raided, crops get chopped Boys go local, boys go notts [Chorus] Yo rude boy, you don't want beef Four-by-four, times three, blast out in Jeeps Jump out, switch colleague Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees I'ma bad boy out and out I said I cast sideways from the roundabout Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks When you hear this tune, put your guns up bitch [Verse 3] I'm living life bro, get off my back Everytime I hit the town I go daft Hit JD, just spent five racks Shut down shows, made that straight back Okay, been a bad boy from the get go Drugs and drink might take toll I got fuel like petrol, bitch I make go Free drinks, no dress code You BBCC, get to know This time I'm back with a cheque to blow I've got more damn snow than an eskimo These big white stripes gonna break your nose Everytime I hit the club, it goes off Come try me, get rocked, man's face might pop Ten, ten, birds on lock [Chorus] Yo rude boy, you don't want beef Four-by-four, times three, blacked-out in Jeeps Jump out, switch colleague Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees I'ma bad boy out and out I said I cast sideways from the roundabout Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks When you hear this tune, put your guns up bitch