Axl
Traphouse mob
This is a melo beat
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
My italian ting say, “gratis, papi” once i done out her back
You ain’t ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
My italian ting say, “gratis, papi” once i done out her back
You ain’t ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Camе too in love with the chat
c#ck it, lock it, lean back and slap
Yung s and thеm 22 yutes try come with 100 waps
And then he lied and said i got splashed, and lemme tell you ’bout facts
We had them hiding in gaffs
And lampz died to come outside, he wished he never done them snaps
District 1, you know that’s gang
24 hours, we trap and slang
The boy got touched, he was talkin’ nut
Now he’s back in the ambulance van
Like, i was with s and gang
When 28 n#gg#s all ran
Masked up like the taliban
Straight smoke, no amsterdam
They don’t even want no drama
No drama, ‘cah i swing that racket
And bruno got splashed eight times, the {?} gonna hack it
Two man, one ped
One man double-tap and slap it
Go back and boast about how you’re not involved
‘cah i’m still gonna hafta splash it
But he’s in need of assistance
All twitchin’, like he’s talkin’ to death
Broadday splashings, scene’s all messed
Civilians all distressed
Them boy still ain’t leveled up
So, i showed them man about levs
Rev it, rev it
Hop off the ped and aim that sh#t for his chest
The spins got {?}, no scooby
No movie, this real-life sh#t
All my n#gg#s skitz
And the opps are panicked and sh#t
Low kd on the paigon’s strip
With a big zk on my hip
{?} splashed and then started to flip
If they glide, we’ll counter-rip
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
My italian ting say, “gratis, papi” once i done out her back
You ain’t ever creeped in flats
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
My italian ting say, “gratis, papi” once i done out her back
Turn off the yute, then brought him back
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
They’re living drugs like postman pat
Came too in love with the chat
My {?} just confirm it, hurt him
Jump back up in germans
Back to business, ot servin’
H1 gang, we know who’s been lurkin’
Put bullet holes through his curtains
And the grub get wrapped like turpins
Put bullet holes through his curtains
And the grub get wrapped like turpins
Do a rainbow flick with my blade
When i just have to carve man’s chest
Splash, cheff, cheff, cheff
Like, bro, where’s your vest?
Pyc, like, protect your chest
Horrid settings, scene’s all messed
We went right, them man went left
Couple man banned and they can’t come back
‘013 when i got my first chinging
Bro didn’t wanna bring the young gs
But i told him, “just bring ’em”
Same way i got down t
That was in the {?}, no spilling
Like fill the ‘nam with shells
Slide {?} and then go bill ’em
Most of these rappers talk too much
But they ain’t even done no chingings
It’s funny how i chopped down ace
Had the bally on, so you know they never seen my face
And st keeped the .9 on them boy, just ‘cuz he had that blade
Like, man can’t tell me ’bout splashings
‘cah they know i abuse it
Man put man up, no toothpick
Do man dirty, then keep it movin’
Them man drop, civilians shocked
When i put my blade through a human
2 ms in hackney, so, how the f#ck are we losing?
So, how the f#ck are we losing?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
Oh, oh, oh, why?
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