Gang Activity

Lyrics

[Intro: Smokes] Grrt That's Chucks Grrt [Verse 1: Smokes] They know that I jerk man they know that I burst man Even mummy said that I can't be trusted My man thinks that I dicked down his sister but she was on her red so the baddy just sucked it Dotty on my lap never tucked it shots leave holes in your head like a crumpet (Bow Bow) I ain't ever needed no-one to dump it as long as I know it's live I'm tumping 'Cause she be in the stu with bills but I'm in the bando with the greatest deals Them yutes gon talk bout the points they scored All now, they don't chat them boy got killed Headshot that's when shit gets real B-bro got a bird he ain't taking no deal All now, we ain't gone for a pill that's what happens when juice gets spilled [Verse 2: AB] Yo police wanna know my wherebouts On your marks get set go Now run for the gun I ain't thinking I'll flare out I'll do up your chest and let all your air out (ying dat) This rambo comes with a siamese twin you'll see when I'm pulling the pair out Call her and pull up I'm pulling her hair now suck my dick I ain't pulling no chair out Man sleep real close to the maggy it's right next door but I'm not ned flanders (Local) Does it count as a point if I get down ****, either way man done it for banters Gang stepped out with two waps deep and let that fizz like we're shaking fantas Man hear *BEEP* when I walk through scanners You better talk to me with some manners (For real) [Chorus: Smokes & AB] I know the feds wanna get rid of me I'm in the trap with Sia not Tiffany Yardman tug get you slapped in Hackney or get your headback spilt in Tivoli Can't trust these baddies they're dangerous literally imagine the opp boys killing me I love bro but I can't really trust him so I can't show him where we keep the artillery I know these pigs still wanna get rid of me I'm dressed in black when I hit the viscinity Badman ting let it slap on a backstreet or on the mains that's gang activity 99 pace but they got no ability spilling their guts just keeps on thrilling me One more ching and he might just *BEEP* I'm tryna put man outta their misery [Verse 3: Smokes] I'm tryna jump out the ride and slap man first tryanrun I ain't chasing kids They'll tell you I'm a real life pro my flick shank got in the other side I love blazing skin Tell little bro put fresh plates on the whizz last opp that we caught nearly gave him a riz When I lock this glue gotta stay where it is can't pop make it lean with a mizz They can't stay with a 40 stays is a coward i can see it in dookie's face I know every back road on a opp block normal (normal) taking trips we ain't using waze I'm tired of sitting in a bando right now I'm hoping that music pays It's like he forgot how it goes in the trenches he came to the hood just to lose his chain [Verse 4: AB] G-check yutes like what is the D-low (What is the D-low) 'Hmm' If I back this blade uptown like nino you're getting more than a stitch fuck Lilo Music ones and bando reloads Bando bagging up more than a kilo I got white on my hands albino I hope that no one can see through the keyhole (Who's that) The pigs wanna know who I bun Tha-dat's why I put on a censor (duh) From what I remember, **** got hit with a gun (Hah) An(d) it never came back to the sender We came through with a scorps, created a corpse, deleted your member (Buh-bye x3) [Chorus: Smokes & AB] I know the feds wanna get rid of me I'm in the trap with Sia not Tiffany Yardman tug get you slapped in Hackney or get your headback spilt in Tivoli Can't trust these baddies they're dangerous literally imagine the opp boys killing me I love bro but I can't really trust him so I can't show him where we keep the artillery I know these pigs still wanna get rid of me I'm dressed in black when I hit the viscinity Badman ting let it slap on a backstreet or on the mains that's gang activity 99 pace but they got no ability spilling their guts just keeps on thrilling me One more ching and he might just *BEEP* I'm tryna put man outta their misery [Outro] G way or no way