Lyrics

[Swift] (Hook): Trap house ??? from Calvin Blacked out thats my ride out outfit Used to ride out all childish Did outings when man was grounded Used to be out for hours Four hundred now man get thousands Bro put so many pipes in pouches Don't know how much times can't count it [Aystar]: If you see me camped out, in a bush holding a mac Pop out quick then something goes clap You'll have more slugs stuck in your back If you see me camped out I'll be dressed in all black Might just squeeze tight on that mac If it hits your hair your shit just go snap crack pop You'll hear the whackers go off All my bros are hard they're not soft They do bits and if they get nicked they ain't saying shit to no plod We're praying to our gods That everything goes right I wanna get back tonight Now I gotta make shit right Yeah I gotta make shit right He needs to get shot for thinking that he's on job For thinking he's part of the mob He's not hard he's a nob We praying to our god That everything goes right Lord forgive me but I gotta make shit right [Liquez]: Put my life on the line for the gang Double tap on the shotgun not the gram I'm a skengman you don't wan it with man Back then I had two brownings in my hand I was ??? on man tryna run up on man I was young and gassed tryna hit any man Make sure the ballys and the leathers on my hand Then imma load it up cock it back and let it bang I do it for my myself and I do it for the gang You want more, bodies in a bag ???? like I'm lynch put the 16 sawn off shotty in my bag So my niggas call me mad I was moving bait so I got myself bagged Now look at life changed now I nearly got everything I wished I ever had You're still at it my don just scored a bag Your not on it you man were never bad We're still searching them opp boys there I can tell shits really getting sad If we ain't giving them gun shots then try know we be giving them stabs Niggas be talking bout guns and shaks but na boy you ain't living that [Swift]: Bro got shh in ounces My bro don't smoke at trousers If that shh too dirty Clean that, and drowned it Had to tell bro allow it Who said bro allowed it Ten gal in a sexy outfit She just wanna come round like rounders Peng girl with the back and titty Link gat with the mash or flicky Can't gas man about blickys Had blickys from man was a picknee Can't gas man about whizzys Had ding-dongs from man had Jillys Touch gang your silly Got Deepee like Scribz got Dimzy Got a dot dot on a twizzy Dem times bro got the mizzy I ain't got no time I ain't picky but any girl you see with man is pretty Ring wing who's that Whitney Or its just a kitty If I do bling blingy Mans not hot mans chilly [Dimzy]: Aighh Invasion (invasion) how much opp blocks done been invaded (invaded) Now the opp blocks gone empty too much invasion cause migration (let's lurk) 44. deadly weapon you don't wanna see dat rotating bro put corn for a donny's back and he still in the jail house bakin (free em) Feds on my case but they hating how much scenes have we had em taping? (taped in) Bro had the M10 Harlem shaking luger nines dem racin Spinners in the truck on the bait ting driver speeding the dinger like he's racing two waps up in the four door truck if they pulled this dinger then everyone's bakin (fucked) Man's been out ere for ages (ages) had to fight so much cases (cases) ran through so much cages wap cost 32 T-line braces before all the drilling it was shaving red tape smashed all over the pavement (ching, splash), now I take paint splash jeans to the tapers [Swift] (Hook): Trap house ??? from Calvin Blacked out thats my ride out outfit Used to ride out all childish Did outings when man was grounded Used to be out for hours Four hundred now man get thousands Bro put so many pipes in pouches Don't know how much times can't count it