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Lower Tulse, f#ck ****
f#ck ****
f#ck ****
f#ck ****, f#ck ****
f#ck everyone innit? LT
Tunes get taken down all the time [Steam
Everyone knows I’m one of a kind [LT
Still gotta step with the over and under or side by side and tap that twice [Bap, bap
The opps can’t get back, they won’t get back [Nah] ever since gang got five of their guys
They know there’s more, but they keep it quiet
I heard ’round ****’s fryin’ [Love
**** got shot and denied it [Safe
**** got thunder and lightnin’ [Uh oh
Wе left Little **** frightenеd
**** got bun ‘cah we just don’t like him [Bap, bap
And my man dead when we find him [Done
I talk loud and clear so they hear it [Mm
Hella goals and no one’s cheerin’
Tulse in the state, they don’t come near it [No, no
I was in ****, runnin’ down nerds
Shoulda been doin’ my homework [Ugh
Beat off once, beat off twice
Really tryna make that pole work [Ayy, y’mean?
We shoot n#gg#s in person [Live
They shoot n#gg#s at videos [Doners
**** darted, physio [Huh
Everyone knows how it really goes [Ayy
Shoot like Trippier or like Didier
Don’t ask me if I’m live [Please
If you’re askin’ me, I don’t like them guys
If you’re askin’ Slim, he don’t like them too [No
Still gotta ask Bando, “Who’s who?” [Who’s who?
I’m tired of the new plate yutes
Me, I don’t roll down, lean, and shoot
And dangerous summer we gave them yutes [LT]
Took down my tune, now, we’re 2 trendin’
Just ‘cah they know it’s non-fiction [Non
It wouldn’t hit 1, but man’s blackballed
Then I ain’t screamin’ Brixton [f#ck it
It woulda done loads
Someone tell ****, “Stop doin’ the most” [Ugh
**** too [f#ck him, f#ck it
They hate on all of the bros [Gang
Took down my tune, now, we’re 2 trendin’
Just ‘cah they know it’s non-fiction [Non-fiction
It wouldn’t hit 1, but man’s blackballed
Then I ain’t screamin’ Brixton [No
It woulda done loads
Someone tell ****, “Stop doin’ the most” [Please, please
**** too [Please, please
They hate on all of the bros [Love]
Don’t listen to them man’s lies [Don’t
I’ma leave it clean and light [Easy
They ain’t ridin’ around like bikes
They ain’t the ridin’ type [Nope, nope
Season and beef, I ain’t usin’ time
All it takes is a bit of time
I made all of the leng tings shy [Shy, shy
Catch one of them, I’ma make it mine
Four-four Atake, keep on revvin’ it [Bap, bap
War is war, no, we ain’t deadin’ it [No, no
Creep up gang, I know they dreadin’ it
How many man over them sides celibate?
Smoke man’s skid, I loved that kid [My boy
Free Caps, free Kizz, free Blitz
The feds don’t want man lit
Love, how many man’s been hit? [Ugh
Let’s slump, turn, picked up
Too many opp blocks, come we just pick one [Which one?
Beat off, cause mixup
Juice all over the floor, don’t drink up
Loyal to the Hill, can’t switch up [Never
But I ain’t gonna talk on others [Uh-uh
Can’t talk out, got smothered [LT
You know I got all of my brothers [Bap]
Took down my tune, now, we’re 2 trendin’
Just ‘cah they know it’s non-fiction
It wouldn’t hit 1, but man’s blackballed
Then I ain’t screamin’ Brixton [I ain’t
It woulda done loads
Someone tell ****, “Stop doin’ the most” [Done
**** too
They hate on all of the bros [LT
Took down my tune, now, we’re 2 trendin’
Just ‘cah they know it’s non-fiction [Non
It wouldn’t hit 1, but man’s blackballed
Then I ain’t screamin’ Brixton [f#ck it
It woulda done loads
Someone tell ****, “Stop doin’ the most” [Please
**** too [Please, please
They hate on all of the bros [Gang]
Gang sh#t, you get me?
f#ck the opps, f#ck the MET, still outside, woosh
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