Came In Da Room

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BT] Like came in the room with a broom Face all over the room Like boom bang face in the news, you manner get caught Like boombang manner get boomed Looking in the shoebox I don't want shoes, fucking fool You neeks keep cutting the .44 drama Man you get drummered Little man boy man get blubbered His heart ain't in it but all of a sudden he's thugging Nigga that's rubbish Run some gun face get tarnished, everything fucked Nigga they leave him all red, leave him all rum up He's talking, he's talking to feds, manner get dargg up [Verse 2: Rendo] Trap line sent a text 32. Man a get wretched to get a boy down for a cheque Bad bitch says he's a keeper, something like Cech But fuck that, I don't want a keeper I just want neck I'ma cop me a nine piece, when I rob the connect Shit grub say you get gwop, say you whip food But your food don't stretch Bad bitch chilling in the room The bitch got a cut if she don't give neck Young G sneaked in the room with a broom Hands up, tell a nigga don't stress Yard man ting man, bill up a big grey spliff In a room full of sess Close up shots man, slap up a boy, heads back in the light see stripes Gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left (She left) Gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left (She left) [Verse 3: T.Syikes] How you on the block everyday and you ain't getting paid These niggas so laid back (joke) I be in the bando for weeks, trust me I trap everyday How you got guns but you ain't got gwop, little nigga stop lying Manner head top frying, two shells in a bruck back give him two boom bye him Trust me, when I see my young G's posted it out on the block with the shavers When I was broke, niggas didn't want to break bread And now want to ask me for favours We be counting up papers, you're trying to get famous Clearly we are on different stages Gunshots for them haters, I don't watch faces My niggas bake bread like bakers Couple shots in the ladder, you don't want to see me step with BT I'm straight on sight for an opp, I'm two shots up if you see me Niggas don't bang, they don't make bread How these niggas so neeky? Anytime mans down for the beef, but other then that mans out for my P, G Manner talk about these P's here, but that, there's a whole different money Manner take a grown niggas women Manner take a grown niggas money Now I got that grown niggas money Yeah I have that golddigger money How's man calling my phone Talking about I owe man the money How the fuck can I owe man the money? Dumb nigga, dumb nigga Manner roll round with a gun nigga Two shots up, best run nigga, run nigga Manner get turn up, see them niggas? Them niggas there get bun up Two shells yeah I want to run up My niggas on the come up How's man talking about packs? (My mans squad, mans squad getting drum up, yeah mans squad's getting drum up) [Verse 4: Mdargg] Dip dip in the face, no bally Woosh a nigga down in the alley (dead boy!) Boom bang out of that German, lick a nigga out of his tracky (boom bow!) Don't want to be a pack, red dot pon your head, man will turn you paki You niggas stacking for that Louis, Gucci I can't pay for a taxi (fucked up!) Shoot from hoopties, had to shot the hooptie Done a madting, sad (madting) If I ain't been around, ain't been about moving dark low on the trap Boomting want to just jerk off the tings and clap Boomting baker suck off my joints and trap (uck) Now I'm getting grown woman hat, manner take a grown man pack And if he act up, man will have to show him the mack, he might have to hold one infact RIP my bro Pistol, I had to show him how to trap He was like the A in trap Upsuh to A and back Upsuh to A and back Allah should've taken a raq (trust me)