Swammy - Rapture 4D, Merky Ace, Jendor

Uh, uh, uh

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick

Demon ting

Gonna get murked

28 shots in the side of the Merc

28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car

Back of the car, under the car

28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse

Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof

Put the last bullet in his face

Switch like ooh, ooh

I worship the guy with horns on his head

Not thorns on his head

I was talking with uncle about some big food

But I will never report what he said

You can never try shot me an extortionate Z

Tek that, all the rest and all of your bread, that’s clean out cupboard

Says he flogs work but no, he doesn’t

Living off gyal, that’s a washed ting

Be your own man, no pain, no gain

Tryna get a boxing on the rocky

Tryna earn money is my favourite hobby

Like a hand ting but I love a dotty

'Cause I know I’ll leave you slumped in a lobby

Gyal dem piper like Roddy

But I’m not him, he’s a nobody

And if a man ever try move shoddy

Haffi spin on niggas' back like turbo

Said he’s got loud but no one ever heard though

He was just trapping on records

I’ve got that trunch that will open your eyes

And the black ting on the Guinness World Book of Records

That’s that sushi

Real life, this ain’t no joke, Belushi

Late night, Mandy’s scoping a movie

Hole in key, I’m tryna take Lucy

Gave Nina away 'cause she’s bookey

Cost me one-two but I made two-three

Man will bun you if you try boof me

Risk my freedom to mek a one-two P

Man won’t tek that, didn’t even shoot me

Can’t tell me 'bout mash and not boot it

Can’t tell me 'bout trap, I move two tings

So I shot, make prof', keep it moving

Gonna get murked

28 shots in the side of the Merc

28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car

Back of the car, under the car

28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse

Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof

Put the last bullet in his face

Switch like ooh, ooh

Gonna get murked

28 shots in the side of the Merc

28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car

Back of the car, under the car

28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse

Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof

Put the last bullet in his face

Switch like ooh, ooh

Look

Every corner of this block, I done dirt

Pussy boy said he’ll kill me

On my life, he’ll dead first

Trippy drums, just whip, whip

That TT, he’s an expert

Everyday, same fuckery

Get money, G, then head burst

Call my phone, no network

Too underground, get bread works

Treat your bitch like buttons

Buttons, man just press her

I smoke this stinking loud

Till my chest and my head hurts

Young boy out there slanging those packs

Packs till his legs hurt

Bad gyal wan' give me neck, uck, neck

Till her neck hurts

Babylon getting me vexed

So vexed, I skrrt skrrt

Nick me for failing to stop?

Yeah, right, I done worse

Man get money from London, Bristol

Liverpool, even Dunkirk

Country

Get rid of food, then spend that money on dingers

Bullets and burners

Fuck up your block with bare can’t-by

Man fuck up your bloodclart German

Bring out the young boy, come on a drill, G

There’s nuttin' better than learning

Look how the python’s sick

Gun smoke, barrel just turning

Gonna get murked

28 shots in the side of the Merc

28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car

Back of the car, under the car

28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse

Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof

Put the last bullet in his face

Switch like ooh, ooh

Gonna get murked

28 shots in the side of the Merc

28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car

Back of the car, under the car

28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse

Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof

Put the last bullet in his face

Switch like ooh, ooh