This Side

(альбом: The Glorious Twelfth - 2017)

[LD:]
Splurgeboys
Alla dat, alla dat

[Monkey:]
Guns, money, jugs
Guns, money, jugs
Jooging, jooging, jooging, jooging
The pigs they be looking
5-0 on a nigga on the wing with a kettle cooking (Fuck the feds)
Got 'dem crack rocks in the alleyway, the traps gotta pay (course it does)
Money coming in hella ways
Big guns, still got a trey
C Rose whipping up some yay
Gang shit sipping on some [?]
R6, yeah that's my little nigga
Yeah my little nigga do you broad day (R6)
Let's lurk, two L's up, get your bells up
What more can I say?

[ASAP:]
Big spinner
Long nose ting got me feeling like a cowboy
Kway kway, with a hard pack
Tryna blend in like a white boy
.22 that's a light toy
2 bells in that 12
Double tap, do him two times
Trap hard 'til I'm dead up
I need hella rackets and food lines
Smashing out FIFA, 25
Make a killing that's every night
Hunting knife on a lurk
Lurking 'round for a kill
Or a backpack with a 12
Best dash, duck and dive from these bells

[LD:]
Niggas ain't coming round this side
Big WAPS on the corner
Big bike, four door, real pushbike
67 pens are busting
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
We don't know about fist fights
I swear these bruddas ain't learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain't coming round here
Won't go around there 'cause 67 lurking
Swear these bruddas ain't learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain't coming round here
Won't go around there 'cause 67 lurking
These niggas ain't coming round this side

[Dimzy:]
Scales out, clingfilm and stones
If you're talking tickets, yeah we sold out shows
Bro got tickets, said he sold out snow
Young days outside was cold
Big heat for the cause
'Til we love the beef, too hot, too cold
I'll slide on you anytime for bro
That's big 40s and chunky stones
Feds on my case won't leave me alone
(I gotta run now)
Hoes on my case won't leave me alone
I'm smoking Cookie, backwards roach
I'm fly, you're high like a drone

[Liquez:]
Don't know about 'dem but I'm living my dream
I get racks from trap
'Cause I cut down bits and bobs of green
I get racks from rap
'Cause right now we're wrapping up the music scene, green Orange, blue notes are pink, know it true say I love the queen
No mileage, my Loubs' are clean
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
67 gang, can't source like we
No mileage, my Loubs' are clean
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
67 gang, can't source like we

[LD:]
Niggas ain't coming round this side
Big WAPS on the corner
Big bike, four door, real pushbike
67 pens are busting
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
We don't know about fist fights
I swear these bruddas ain't learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain't coming round here
Won't go around there 'cause 67 lurking
Swear these bruddas ain't learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain't coming round here
Won't go around there 'cause 67 lurking
These niggas ain't coming round this side

Splurgeboys