Cinematic Explosion - Pro Sound Effects Library

Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick

Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip

Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks

On a trap round, ain’t changing a bit

With a mad ground

And that came through my bitch

Tell a Nigga act right

I was slaved to a pit

But came with shit’s

Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss

I got a D blow, that’s against law

I don’t ever leave that for attention

Peace now, I don’t care if you messed now

Tell a nigga better be round

If he get law

Fuck your dead squad

And your CD, and your CD

And your best doll

I just put a hammer down

In a peng block

I just put a banger down in a desktop

I don’t want no cheesy

Tell her amnesia cos I’m needy

Got a box in a bag

For that lobs in my hand

And that price that I got Kinda Cheapyy

I’m old school like Tweenies

Now tryna use TV might see me

Got a freaaky girl named Cee-Cee

Gimme uckk

When I’m driving speedy

Don’t give a fuck dem Guys are needy

Mana get bucked with the hand ting Easy

With the clutch it scares

Skeet, Skeet

Fresh tires on the rim

Screetch, Screetch

I’ll be running with the ball, that’s mad b

I got a box with tools like Andy

On a wave like Jetski

And I don’t miss shots like Heskey

Still up in the ends

Man still me

Can’t walk in my creps

Man run when they see me

Look at these skets

They so needy

Put your hand on my friend

Why you trying to beef me

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

0ld 50 here

Everything I get luck off

Plus the body’s dem good

Man trap, that’s pap off

Everything easy

Man she touch me

Tease me

Dem man are loving man squeezy

Manaman are pepperman easy

Dem man are freddy man 'fraid tho

Just done an event

That’s played tho

Gyal strip down when I say so

Man will do road

In the main road

Bait face

Man I never lay low

Course man trynna get paid tho

Gyal got a backy like J’Lo

Man have to shutup when I say so

Tell a boy don’t try me

Your surround full a plug

And it can sign me

Ten toes on the street that’s a Nikey

Chillin' in a bando with some YG’s

Smoking so much dope I look Chinese

Bruv what’s up

Can’t hear you with some simeys

Brother say with me

Ain’t gonna leave

Soon as I get the fucking

Then they gotta leave

After she give me heading

Then she gotta leave

Young boy got a strap

Don’t bother me

I got two packs, Makavelli

R.I.P.

to somebody smelly

Used to see us chilling outside morleys

Now they see us round the show on Telly

Section we in the street for the ready

Red buff music

Ready for the telly

Still up in the ends

You can see me

Getting P’s in the trap

That’s easy

Bro got the Chris Brown

Not breezy

In my black Clothes

Looking all greezy

That gyal she a sket

She’s sleezy

Wanna talk like they’re real

Oh Really

Smoke on me

I came with’t the chimney

You can get corn

If a man wanna beef me

Still up in the streets

Still up in the pave

And I know nuff' pengtings in a rave

Gyal get a beat

They don’t wanna behave

Section Boy

Team Squeeze in a place

I dare a man put a hand on my friend

You can get a blade

If you wanna act brave

Still up in the ends

That’s south for the Thames

None of these Niggas can’t surf on the wave

Still up in the ends

How you ain’t seen me

Put a brick up in Z’s

Now I feel sleepy

I had to many skenz

Real way to squeezy

She’s kinda peng

She’s kinda fleeky

We can pull up in a Benz

Or a bimmer like Beenie

We could do her in the end

That’s all needed

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

I make gyal hold a skeng

And a lickle beating