letra de gang to trappy - malistrip
[intro]
(sk’s moving mad you know)
(moving mad you know)
[verse 1: sylent]
frontline i’m standing (man’s posted)
couldn’t care less if you come to the field, the scoreboard lookin’ outstanding
no hesitation we brang it (no way)
no hesitation i banged him
run, don’t lurk the action, bro active (j active)
i don’t mean to stretch [?]
sj sending shots, that’s a hatrick (send that)
the opposition don’t want me
man line ’em up like i’m kofe
they know what i’m on (they know)
flipknife specialist, sj peddler, i’ll come to james, that’s long
got 20 man locked in there but the team’s still strong
this is more than a song
best chat to me when you’re right, don’t come to me when you’re wrong
all i know is me on the glides, fire on, hold tight
you can call me a thief in the night
love the way that we giving out kites (love that)
just give me that sign, and i’ll let that fly
best give me that drop, and just be precise
[hook: la]
gang too trappy, kids too cappy, my drills get so d-mn happy
codeine, mixing my sprite with —–‘s pack
build that bar like akhi
treating opps like patty, slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
do that drill with a passion
then we post on the james with a f-cking bad b
gang too trappy, kids too cappy, my drills get so d-mn happy
codeine, mixing my sprite with —–‘s pack
build that bar like akhi
treating opps like patty, slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
do that drill with a passion
then we post on the james with a f-cking bad b
[verse 2: mb]
if you give up a step
sj goons gon’ put that on the net (one hunna)
let’s take it back
what happened to … that sh-t was a mess (messy)
whole camp on glides
sj cab, let’s go on a ride (let’s go)
done did it twice (twice)
sj’s hot, free all the guys (freedom)
most guys got grabbed
couple man are looking at life
free am on bootings
sj known for the five star shootings
[?], sj goons, get off walthamstow
12 gauge shotties, snub-nose spinners, .45 filled with sh-lls
c-ck it back, slap it
sj’s got a habit
the amount of times i’ve been round there in a ding-dong coup and crashed it
back to the james, post on steps
you know that’s f-cking standard (active)
back to the james, post on steps
you know that’s f-cking standard
la kid, hitting the whip (la)
skrrt, reverse, stop the car, savage the pr-ck (ay get him)
3 doors, pop left open
foot on the clutch, eyes open
on the opp block we’re scoring
four our glides, i ain’t joking (c’mon, man)
look, listen
life in the james, sh-t is flames, grab that stick and blaze
circle estate, camp broad day, tell go bang at his face
handbrake down, foot on the gas, watch this ding-dong skate
blowing the mains, gotta dodge jakes but i just caught some chase (f-ck’s sake)
[hook: la]
gang too trappy, kids too cappy, my drills get so d-mn happy
codeine, mixing my sprite with —–‘s pack
build that bar like akhi
treating opps like patty, slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
do that drill with a passion
then we post on the james with a f-cking bad b
gang too trappy, kids too cappy, my drills get so d-mn happy
codeine, mixing my sprite with —–‘s pack
build that bar like akhi
treating opps like patty, slide on the block with the shh in the backseat
do that drill with a passion
then we post on the james with a f-cking bad b
[verse 3: la]
i’m doing the market bop with my rambo knife trynna tear him gus
free all my guys that got round there and let it off with a block
gang too active, talk too tough and you’re getting robbed, robbed
that’s 4 man up in the whip with things and stuff
are you f-cking dumb (are you crazy?)
gang too active, free up the whole [?] gang (freedom)
feds know we bang, that’s why half of my guys in the can
swear anytime i see them cids i bored my pack and i ran, ran
‘cos jail ain’t part of the plan
i’m trynna make grands off grams, t’en invest in waps with my f-cking gang
so i hit this strip with ammy or dot, with intention to make that cash (stinking)
my 4s intact
so now they gotta get smashed (ay smash that)
the opps just run like flash, they do that dash
and they don’t look back (stop running)
like how can you beef my gang?
when two of your guys are …
it don’t make sense
like why don’t you bang for your friends? (they don’t)
try jump out on nox, and he airlifted your friend (he did)
try jump out on ar, but he backed out his 15 inch
trynna leave you red and dead (he did)
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