Ghosty
RCG sh#t, man know
I don’t beef our block I beef our borough
Anything harrow get bun up
Lemme state some facts
Lil ***** left S1 to get splashed
2-3 weeks thats facts
Lil Pablo should’ve turned into stacks (True)
How many man have dashed?
Shops at ends, they know we back
Big rambos in backs
SM got it, he knows thats facts (Steven)
Triggz got more than 3, f#ck, how did he leave the scene? (p#ss#o)
Breezo should’ve breezed but he got bullets man this sh#t is peak
3 zone, freeze like Izzy
Shout out broski gave him a silly buck fiddy (Rampin’)
On the ride im itchy
Chest shots early who aims for knees straight milly
Me and bro keep ridin’
Blocks all vacant so we carry on slidin’
Wherеs ****** hidin?
Patrol on the 1, 2, 3, man this sh#t is tiring
My lifes too violent, еveryday purgin’
Hopin’ I don’t get grabbed by trident
My lifes too violent, everyday purgin’
Hopin’ I don’t get grabbed by trident (Inshallah)
Lemme state more facts
Big K left ******* to get whacked
Four in a week we’re mad
RCG we tape off flats
Taped of highstreet to serve these caps
I dont swing my shank like lattz
I twist it in chest and aim for hats
Me and bro-bro love lurkin’ flats
I don’t beef our block, I beef our borough
Anything harrow get bun up (Harrow K)
On the ride, me and bro, we’re tun up
Told bro “Leave that yute, he’s a goner”
MSav is way too vicious
YB’s quick, no way hes chissin’ (Ching, ching)
25 years I’m riskin’, but I’ll do it for bro cah’ that’s my sibling
My n#gg#’s rambo broke on his back
Can’t tell us about vicious nankings
Me and bro on the ride, we were rampin’
But don’t go mali, we still get to splashin’ (Come here)
Free brodem, you know he’s active
Feltham livin’ with a tizzy thats standard
Don’t deny your involvement thats silly
Big rambos, I don’t roll with no flickies (Big rambo)
On the ride, there’s smokey
Free broski, he does drills, I stay lowkey (Free him)
We don’t act for the fans
In RaceCourse, we don’t need no goalie
Daytime, I’m servin’ to toby
Nightime, I hit three points, no Kobe
You think it’s a game? Theres your trophy
Life or death, don’t be movin’ slowly
Bad B here, she act too nosey
She ask where I been
I said “Don’t act dopey” (Dumb b#tch)
I’m really enfield, no pokey
Buck into me, you’ll stress out, Sapolsky
They don’t chill on their block, their fonies
Me and AbzSav in the H, too lurky
They don’t chill on their block, their fonies
Me and AbzSav in the H, too lurky (Vacant)
If I catch something in the stones
Just know, I’m splashin’ him straight to the bone
Me and bro love lurk in the 2
But they hide like gaff
Give verbal on their phones (Ring, ring)
Taped off highstreet, taped off zones
Main road bodies with no remorse
How many man have had it in the store?
Plenty been bored, but we still want more
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