Peckham Krazy

Lyrics

[Intro: PS] Hitsquad, Hitsquad baby Pecknarm shit Ps up til I freeze up Pants sagging, black flagging, you already know Uh [Verse 1: PS] Look Hitsquad's here, what? Fuck (Hitsquad) Pull up, pop pop, what? [?] shot watch Bruski's still locked up, but, I said the clocks don't stop (Free him up) I've only been out for about 2 months and I had to burn that top, trackie gloves and trainers also 2 Known Zoo, Boost, alie we grew up in a warzone ('Narm) I done stepped with a botty but I like the 3 8 ting more so I shoulda woulda coulda uh uh I know I can't claim that almost But his friend got torso, neck stress you can say that's almost Lemme slow it down My bro got a pack, ain't no show I'm rolling loud I rap for the money, cah you know I gotta count mine Pecknarm lil bitch, we the darkest in the south side Index, index #hitsquad pull up but we don't spin decks Spin ting spin like fed hollows I can leave 6 dead Bro said go and park that wap but I can't leave this skeng No way, I can't leave my friends Nah, and I scream free Denz Free LD, Lil Dsqueezo, in other words free Little Shaitan Mum said "none of these yutes can take you" I just send change to my marj Man just spray out the car, and if I ain't far, I'll ching up your clart These niggas must be some sniff but I whip that shit and I know you ain't hard But I come back like Karma and cause chaos, I cause drama Then back to the narm straight after Loudest zoot with the loudest laughter Them niggas just see that whip, and think "aw shit" Just call us master Backed this, wet up your chest and your head Don't get me cross like pastor [Interlude: Tiny Boost] Yeah, yeah Alright, we'll take it from here You know Yeah Real Peckham Boys shit, you know Yeah Zone 2 to SN1 Straight Hitsquad, ah [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] Peckham made niggas, yeah (Peckham made) We the ones that come 'round and regulate niggas, yeah (Uh) We the ones that caught bodies and got away with 'em, yeah (Uh) SN1, Zone 2, who wan' play wit' them, uh? Rap [?] but I still do cocaine missions (Cocaine missions) Dealing with [?] Look at the flick of his wrist Don't come 'round flexing, you know we love picking up shit, uh Air shot, air shot (Shots) Feel like a prick in your wig, uh Man down, man down, uh Hope they didn't see what I did Spit what I live Them man there [?] what they earn All of my niggas on [?] I just gotta give them the word Word, eat, young niggas wan' rap, eat Told 'em just give me a verse Give me the worst, give me the worst But after brick, just give me the bird Give me the bird That bitch wan' fuck, I just lift up her skirt Get in the car, then skrrt [?] give them a curse I got niggas in jail, niggas in dirt Turn niggas to packs Put niggas on shirts, [?] Break bread like I'm sitting in church Lean man [?] in the car Turn that whip to a hearse Yeah I just ghost man Come to your girl like [?] man Before I smoke man, poke man Slap man, joke man Headlock, choke slam That's what I do to the game If we're talking 'bout stripes, I got a few on my name No we ain't the same [?] Don't ask what I'm on, 'cause I'm backing my wave Ride out nuttin' for nine And I'm lurking day after day Pecknarm for life Free niggas [?] [Interlude: Kwengface] Brap Boom Haha Love shit (You know how it is) Niggas Look (Gang, gang) [Verse 3: Kwengface] Yo Man don't do ticks, do I look like Nike? (What do I look like?) Ring ring trap man's doing up foot, car doing up bike I can do you a bit of buj, but I'm not gonna lie, man's flying this light Girl with a back oh my Don't be shy like a man don't bite (Oi come here) Bro just smashed up an opp on the wing so you know that I bought him credit Kwengface step on the stage, grap bap nothing but shellings (Brap) Wanna take it there we can take it there direct we don't need no debit Rambo knife on the backroad Do man dirt watch his flesh get severed I do this ting for the money (Uh-huh), you do this ting for the fame Can't lie man I turned that deal down cah I can't even lie it was lame ('Low it) Me and broski switching lanes hitting 70 straight down to the paves Bro wanna talk 'bout smoke and dinger might get chinged in the face Yo big rambo on my waist all on me just by my pelvis Peng gyal wanna blow my [?] wanna rock and roll this ain't nothing like Elvis (Come here) .9 on the buj on the one flick Bro told me that I'm coming too selfish ('Low it) Bro on the T with green, I got white we coming like Celtic Pause, lemme just get one sec [?] Lemme just step and flex OT OT gotta mash this bread (Hmm-hmm) How you still chat when your friend them dead How you still chat when your gang's been cheffed 2 secs 2 secs lemme whip that skeng Skrr, bang, do it again (Brap) Them man hiding in shops [?] and they still get [?] They can't chat for my friends ('Low it) I can name 2 few times few times few times that a man's been cheffed One in the head, one in the chest I can't even talk too mad cause a man's giving way too much to the feds Free Rugrat, free all of my friends (Free the gang)