Did You See What Tulse Done

Lyrics

[Intro] HL8 To the mandem I keep it one-hunna To the, tell the mandem I keep it one-hunna To the mandem I keep it one-hunna To the, tell the mandem I keep it one-hunna [Verse] Snakes said-snakes said, "Damm" Opps dash cuz my guys love blam Bruck that, make paigons dash Ching then splash for my Tulse Hill akhs See, I still put Tulse on the map Re-up in bundles Got opp uncles that I may have to slap with the mash True say they flex, but the guys do crash But besides, them man don't crash Been Cowley and the man there dash Samurai coarse, stab out your back Do not run, we slap it at backs I state the realest facts, that is fact Splash, don't lack 10 toes ting in Upper Big bro scored on Stabber with the mash Rest in booty, let's not talk too much I wan' couple [?] in your back Why not just give man hat? Feds skeet, get gone, gotta cut No way am I snoozing, slumped Two big boys in a 4-door We jump out, cock back and blast it Dash so far, everything happens for a reason You was meant to get rassed Done mad shit on a gang ting Meanwhile, you was in knickers and bra Bro's tapped like Patrick Star Skid-skurr in a bruck-down car Fill up a boy with steel Chestshots, bro done it and laughed B-Low made both dargs bark Duracells coming at your path Bro got a pump Of 'course, we can dump some slugs Main road, couldn't give two fucks But that's just us, do it and thus, bodies in trunks Head blow, no pump Opps dash, put life into Snap for the stunt Dumb little cunts, RIP K and Zee Ain't nobody get it, 6 shots spun Let's lurk on your pave, no shame Man down, 'cuz I'm tryna spill some red rum You know I ain't into the game, no way I seen a whole gang just run It's mad how I ducked them down Before the amnesia up in my lungs And a gang member woulda died If he was an inch closer when I [?] Have a big man gone to sleep Now, I'm like CM Punk Back down all of the [?] It's nuttin' new, the gyaldem drunk Did you see what I done? Came with a handting, left with a shotgun You think you're on, but you're not on suttin' On-point shots like Didier Drogba Bro's doing up Novacane press And he ain't doing no Pressa Heard your bro gave you the ting You ain't on volts, you was on pressure Pinocchio's nose looks longer True say I copped myself a supressor And bro Slim has no manners He'll cheff up any contender Mum's life, you don't wanna see M with the 10 He don't care about genders Free Trapmash in the wing Locked in the zoo, 100 press-ups Tulse Hill Estate, I was born and raised As well as my brothers Show no love to the gyaldem To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna [Outro] To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna To the, to the mandem, I keep it one-hunna To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna To the, to the mandem, I keep it one-hunna