Block Tales

Lyrics
[Verse 1: SL] Finally, we in the clear I know time to go cash out this load Party tonight, let′s go fund some hoes Look, went round dress bout five Try it all out, tell the stripper I'm online, look, let two go by six Now I′m sitting on about forty quid (Forty) Look, then I get a call from Skull Telling me he ran into a blacked out hatchback Two hopped out when he stopped at the lights Tried to get his knife, but then he got slapped out Windows shut, but he never got hit Made it back swift, but now he needs to get back Asked if he thought it was a ARP nor flick Told me he doubts it, it's probably just thеm man But that shit's got me all confused Thought we wеre clear, guess I spoke too soon Braced in time, got a call from Trey Said he just got caught outside of the boots Said all he saw was the barrel of the WAP (huh?) Half second slow and he wouldn′t pack Said we need to round up the members ASAP Someone′s out here trying to rob out a gang, look (Yo) [Verse 2: Catch & SL] Ay S, where's the drop? I′ll get there in ten if I speed past telegraph Bro, if I was born in America they'd put me in a chair like Edward Delacroix Where they at? It′s been a whole ten minutes, I'm pissed off So I′m going home, there they are Most shootings, they were down in my area We ain't them guys we lying for, yeah we are Me with a Rambo is scary, S with a shotgun is scarier Where's the drop? Ayy get out of the map I′ll get there in ten if I cut through Ferrier Blenders cutting through SC-10 If I jump out on them, it′s 10 v 10 Long one looking to ten inches Don't use kitchens cause they tend to bend Ah, fuck, that Mindale′s just one back It's wartime and I ain′t got my shank I know that it's them, that old young boy while I jet Tell him bring it by the front of the flats Hop me a fence, they′re still following, I look back To the next left scene gang, letting it spread Watch as they're letting it spread Then all of them pricks fall back [Verse 3: Giggs & SL] I was in a Chinese restaurant, random, eating with my chopsticks (Random) Then I saw S kinda boxed in, jumped up, think that's when I popped it Simon says, no we ain′t playing that Simon′s dead I gotta get away and go find this bread, I'm tryna, I′m tryna tailor the finest threads Top to get rid of it I'm in the rock and the hard place Stuck in the middle bit, I′m with the foxes, I'm in the bits My niggas toxic and militant, top niggas in this bitch Yeah, mind your steps, might have to send it out by express I got a rook on my side, it′s chess, don't wanna, don't wanna hear it outside with S Now we know it ain′t them, still it don′t make no sense We dropped man half like he said, it can't be Joey Gotta be the brother man robbed, man must′ve found out the rest But Trey hit Joey, well I just did before he landed He said he got chopped in his head, what, when? Day after the meat went down, said he even out the hospital bed [Outro] Yo, ay Trey, wake up, fuck
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Credits
- Writers
- SL
- Catch (UK Rapper)
- Giggs