Waps (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Powers] The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings Remember the class where I, taught you all how to make it rain? That's what I'm gonna be doing every single night (Gang) [Verse 1: Monkey] Thousand grands, bruck that shit to bits of grams Smoky settings, come like dam Smoking cookies straight from dam (straight from dam) Bad B and she twerk twerk But she ain't ever done it for the gram (nah) Four figures for a show, for the gang, whats the plan? (tell me) Trappin, normal, working, brucking down sand (brucking) Bobby, whitney, little bro qway for dem bands (qway qway) Mummy, was working hard Til I had to get me some bands (no I did) Big waps in the back though I had to lay low from the ham (Fuck the feds) I mean pigs, load the drills, yeah man did Tracksuit and a backpack you wudda thought I went to the gym Sporty, got things up on things Skengs out, on the opp block, hands down, mans letting it ring [Chorus: Dimzy] Armed, dangerous, quite famous Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash) Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks) You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right Where your face is (Bow) Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow) Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings [Verse 2: R6] Road on road, our tools are violent (lets lurk, lets lurk) 4 door truck but its risky man, come armed like trident Step round there in silence, no DNA when we slidin' Behind closed, they be hidin' , ching chong, man get knifin' They get ching and wacked they not ridin' Guys on when your on rhyming Re-up, re-up it's climbing From a 9 to a HP grindin' Shouts Gmoney too shinin' Money haffi make quick timing Sweet one, caramel light-skin Bro love chop up the white ting 11 out of 10 thats my win Trap fit little, mans cycling I feel the obo got me hiding The undies skidding round finding They know about the guns and the drugs And they know we ain't lying 6 gang, we've been firing Boom, baw with a .40 ting [Chorus: Dimzy] Armed, dangerous, quite famous Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash) Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks) You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right Where your face is (Bow) Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow) Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings [Verse 3: Youngs Teflon] Ayy, Ayy, Ayy! Still trilling Ain't got a deal so I'm out ere drilling Eights and nines that was Mac's and spinners VIP section hate just sinning Still clinging money have to make everyday every minute Drop bare niggas out cos they ain't with it Going to a party told bro bring it (told bro bring it!) Fill it watch that drum go bang like Cillit (Baow!) Real niggas shit no gimmicks We set trends and them man mimick (them man copy) Talk about the field but you know they ain't in it (but you know they ain't in it) Love this lifestyle but you know but they don't live it They ain't ever played cricket No head gear but I'm tryna touch man's wicket (shoot-shoot!) Tickets! Just got a whole one so I gotta flip it Came soft so you know I gotta brick it Just got a text back saying that it's wicked (ayy!) (now what you saying Youngs?!) I just got a text back saying that it's wicked [Chorus: Dimzy] Armed, dangerous, quite famous Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash) Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks) You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right Where your face is (Bow) Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow) Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings