Peckham Krazy - Tiny Boost, Ps, Kwengface

Hitsquad, Hitsquad baby

Pecknarm shit

Ps up til I freeze up

Pants sagging, black flagging, you already know

Uh

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

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

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

Brap

Boom

Haha

Love shit (You know how it is)

Niggas

Look (Gang, gang)

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)