Dark Days

Lyrics

[Chorus: Booter Bee] We got burners, we got bricks and we got dingers too Big whips ripping through and my little savages are gripping tools Never took a vio and I sleep on it I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase I ain't felt heartbreak but I know dark days Cranked out, serving one-on-ones outta Mark's place [Verse 1: Booter Bee] Bullets in my burner, when I catch him, I'ma smoke him Fill the dinger up with petrol, get the drop, now we're patrolling I know them boys are hiding, if I'm slapping, bro's driving Push thеm peppers in that pumpy, watch them pеllets start flying Bro, I really come from nothing, now it's time I get my money straight Had to drop him out 'cause he was moving in a funny way Heard they wanna kill me, now I'm packing on a bummy day Like I didn't smoke him by his driveway, left that whole drive taped [Chorus: Booter Bee] We got burners, we got bricks and we got dingers too Big whips ripping through and my little savages are gripping tools Never took a vio and I sleep on it I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase I ain't felt heartbreak but I know dark days Cranked out, serving one-on-ones outta Mark's place [Verse 2: Millyz] They drop a bag on 'em, they gon' drop a bomb on 'em Do it in the morning, wake the neighbours, ring alarms on 'em Brodie love them walk downs so he gon' walk up calm on 'em Send him up to God, shit, they gon' have to open Psalms for him Booter bagged on one smack, but that was only one smack Smoke, no, you don't want that, got so much smoke, my lungs black I got this bitch confused because the motor's where the trunk's at Guards done bulletproofed the Escalade, we out here sliding run flats Square broad never fucked with real felons before Think her man a gunner but he be out here telling the law Serving dimes right off a pound, fiends was inhaling the raw I was shooting out my mom's Civic and leaving shells in the car Dealing with soft, was whipping powder in the terrace on an open stove I'm still around them head tappers, if you know, you know Suckers out here praising Boston Richey but they know he told Double homicide, investigation silent 'cause I know the code [Chorus: Booter Bee] We got burners, we got bricks and we got dingers too Big whips ripping through and my little savages are gripping tools Never took a vio and I sleep on it I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase I ain't felt heartbreak but I know dark days Cranked out, serving one-on-ones outta Mark's place