The Cold Room - S1-E16

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Gully - Rap, Drill

The Cold Room - S1-E16

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[Intro] Jester made this Ayy, CZR did a mazza, still Sebz Beats, baby Respect my ting or expect my ying Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know, it sounds cold Ayy, take me in [Verse] If you heard that corn was slappin', I was probably there when it happened He thought he was bad so we put the boy up like Aladdin I put my shank in Biggz then put my shank in bleach I thank God I never got it like Clinton, he got shanked to sleep Civils always gotta try play hero, I can't even wave my shank in peace If he ain't gonna rise it, you better rise that piecе for he, at least Steppеd same day, I couldn't take defeat, it's peak He thought he was sweet then he held this sweet No need for speaking, put his face on a T I see bro jump out on a fast ting while I'm parking, he weren't waiting for me When we fly out the coupe and shoot, we ain't giving leg shots, ask Rage that's proof We up the G-Lock then see him speed off Reload it, cock back, squeeze off Bine nearly took him and half the seat off I chinged man's face then he fell to the floor I coulda left him but I chopped him more Bro didn't like him so I chopped him chopped him, I didn't even know what I chopped him for My reactions action, when the mash popped off you coulda heard it in Acton If nothing got (woosh), there's no satisfaction Corn only missed my man by a fraction We came to the drop; two poles up Nothing like the sun but the heat rose up Last time I was in Wendover and I went over, I see knees go up I done more than a handful of chingings and gang's done more than a handful of killings My young boys just wanna do drillings He got a rambo bigger than me, bigger than him and he keeps it with him It's us that ride and it's them that die Look him in the sky, how'd he get that high? When I said "Bro pass, let me rass this guy" I coulda hit passers passing by I won't lie he had heart now his arse is high I just seen a man dart while I'm asking why Gotta shout GBoy he's the fastest guy It's a shame that Clints was slow, I swear he woulda made it if the prick weren't slow Latex so the prints don't show and you could never claim Pecks cos the kids don't roll The same day I put my shank in Biggz Squeezo put his shank in Blacks I coulda caught an M charge when I was shanking Caps If he's one of them dargs, better shank him Made it clap, spanking (Brrt) Outside the gaff, camping It coulda been a shotgun or a hand ting (Woosh, woosh) He ain't doing it now, he's a has-been Put him in the air, send him next to the clouds (Where he at?) Civils got hit because they ran to the clown (Woosh) It coulda been LD, Suspect going round (Going down) If not, it was me with suttin' that's loud Smoke in the air, man's preeing them fumes Violate in the morning, you're gonna hear suttin' got wooshed by noon (Woosh, woosh) He came in khaki now his tops maroon (Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh) We don't know karate, we got mops for shoot When I had no firearm, what did I do? I had to hold him down and split him in two (Ying that) I weren't done even there, I'd already given him two Circle again, catch him on the rebound (Spin that) He didn't have a lifeguard so he drowned Bring out the gauge, let him know how the heat sound Where the fucks BGod in B-Town Them man said I ain't been but I been round He already felt my ying on the roads, now he's in the wok house getting a beat down We put shots in the air then breeze out Man's saying what's real, I don't glamourise When I yinged my man with a samurai I tried to make sure that the yute don't have a eye I ain't the one to antagonise, ask Lil A when we left him paralysed Spin that block like say I don't have a life Pull up on yutes, pull up blaze, won't have a fight Someone got cheffed and I lost my appetite Corn in the air looking like one discus One got it on New Year's Day, peak when another one got it on Christmas I had MB doing up fitness, when I caught OS, God's my witness Put this dot to his head like a Hindu Multiple shots get sent, we spin through It's only us that know what we been through It coulda been a .32, .38, .44, 9m, ain't one we ain't been through [Outro] Lemme hear that

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  • Gully