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Lyrify.me

1 Take by Crash22 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro]
Four shanks in a four door whizz
Like Lampz said, we left man bleeding
No backup from your dargs
So now you're dead, left marj grieving

[Verse 1]
Four shanks in a four door whizz
Like Lampz said, we left man bleeding (R.I.P)
No backup from your dargs
So now you're dead, left marj grieving (You're dead)
Might do it four wheels
That's two stolen peds
With the skengs, we're squeezing (Bang)
When the bells dem crash at your chest, don't panic
Just control your breathing (Control your breathing)
These Hornsey neeks claim beef
But there's jerk without no season (No)
Imagine the war of Wood Green
You don't even understand the mеaning (You don't understand)
Let's listen closе once
Release hesitation, room got mumzy screaming
Drillers hopping out on uni
Pray to the lord and hope you're dreaming (You ain't dreaming)
[Verse 2]
Think about your life, is it worth?
The Woods got away with five bodies
That's no evidence, 'cause you know we burned it (You know)
When Jigga drives a car, he's moving fast
See an opp, then you know we're gonna reverse it (Reverse)
We hop out and then we hearse it (Dip him)
You might survive with PTSD but the doctors can't nurse it (They can't)
Free up Rz, he loves his shanks
But more time he know I try burst it
Don't slip and slide (Free him up)
When the real Wood Green members are lurking (We lurking)
I was 14, 15, tryna hit the big man, burn it (Bang)
He was running, ducking, diving
Screaming, moving nervous, swerving, I was lurking, ah (Why you running?)

[Verse 3]
They're pissing me off
'Cause they don't talk this crud
And the posters are switching them off (No they don't)
They talk about home inv's
But front doors, they ain't kicking them off (They ain't)
They talk too hard on the net
In the flesh they move too soft (They're soft)
Listen, I said it already
I test out the .9, (I test it)
I made sure I test out the bine (Bow)
So when I step on a glide
I get a man down, 'cause he stepped outta line (Bow, bow)
Cold hearted killers
Let him say his last words now I'm talking his life (We're taking it)
Flickies to rambos, ZKs, now loading up .4s countless times (Countless times)
[Verse 4]
Bulletproof on my chest
I don't beef nigga, I get to the war (Ugh)
Anywhere, any time, he almost got drilled at his mumzy's door (That was close)
Opps snitching on me now, it's homicide
Shouting hands on heads and get on the floor
Doing up custody sweep, now I'm really feeling bored (I'm bored)
Oi, the charges are looking peak
But the evidence is dead now I'm feeling sweet (Sweet)
Don't watch nothing, probably be back in like fifty two weeks
I bucked their boss in the station
Man had to just tump up that neek (Pussy)
That's an extra charge for my conviction
List is looking peak, the bail is weak (It's weak)