CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bafta
HARGO Production
Yo
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR maskеd up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
I'm movin' like Pulla when I'm tryna turn his lights off
Crashed, turn his car to a writе-off
Two drills in a day, what an easy night job
I don't like Don, but I ain't tryna fight don
G.Y. and R6 rise that python and let that python go (Boy)
He got bun and ching and he ain't done sh*t, that was time ago (That was time ago)
If drillers had license, they wouldn't have provisional
They talk 'bout civils, that sh*t is just criminal
'019, know the points were critical
Two man short, keep the chat to a minimal
When we step in the field, no need for biz
Four of us in this ride, first opp, I call dibs
When Reckz got bored, he screamed like a b*t*h
They already know the saga, he flew with the wind (Phew)
I heard dissin' the dead's bad karma
Yeah, yeah, blah-blah, bored that f**ker and his bredrin after
When I bun my man, it was nuttin' but laughter, haha
Shot my man right out of the car door
Lucky that the rotty never turnt him Stardawg
I got him from far with a little old sawn-off
I know he thought it was a farmer
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
G17, real video vixen, switch it, it really had a big man twitchin'
Just before that, he felt the depth of a kitchen
And a flick ting, of course it's fiction (Ayy, don't be silly)
Of course it's non, Garm really got kissed with a .44 long
Snypez got it in his face, what a poor little don
If he stood his ground, I would've applauded the don
Applaud him
Three times when the gang got Maynizz
Insult to injury, his mum was tipsy
He got licked with a belt and was crawlin'
All this talk about soakin' guys, it's only their kins with soakin' eyes
Only mentioned his face, but I soaked him twice
And his bredrin screamed when I stroked his spine
They got an innocent, how they claimin' that?
Free GBH, he love wavin' a MAC
Fibs home real soon, back to rackin' the cabs
Fix the clams up, akh, put the slate into that
Talk is cheap, I be hatin' the chat
I ain't never had a n***a tryna **** us on attack
I be always on top when I'm wavin' a nank
That's why the n***as never stay, they ran (Gone)
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
Yo
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR maskеd up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
I'm movin' like Pulla when I'm tryna turn his lights off
Crashed, turn his car to a writе-off
Two drills in a day, what an easy night job
I don't like Don, but I ain't tryna fight don
G.Y. and R6 rise that python and let that python go (Boy)
He got bun and ching and he ain't done sh*t, that was time ago (That was time ago)
If drillers had license, they wouldn't have provisional
They talk 'bout civils, that sh*t is just criminal
'019, know the points were critical
Two man short, keep the chat to a minimal
When we step in the field, no need for biz
Four of us in this ride, first opp, I call dibs
When Reckz got bored, he screamed like a b*t*h
They already know the saga, he flew with the wind (Phew)
I heard dissin' the dead's bad karma
Yeah, yeah, blah-blah, bored that f**ker and his bredrin after
When I bun my man, it was nuttin' but laughter, haha
Shot my man right out of the car door
Lucky that the rotty never turnt him Stardawg
I got him from far with a little old sawn-off
I know he thought it was a farmer
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
G17, real video vixen, switch it, it really had a big man twitchin'
Just before that, he felt the depth of a kitchen
And a flick ting, of course it's fiction (Ayy, don't be silly)
Of course it's non, Garm really got kissed with a .44 long
Snypez got it in his face, what a poor little don
If he stood his ground, I would've applauded the don
Applaud him
Three times when the gang got Maynizz
Insult to injury, his mum was tipsy
He got licked with a belt and was crawlin'
All this talk about soakin' guys, it's only their kins with soakin' eyes
Only mentioned his face, but I soaked him twice
And his bredrin screamed when I stroked his spine
They got an innocent, how they claimin' that?
Free GBH, he love wavin' a MAC
Fibs home real soon, back to rackin' the cabs
Fix the clams up, akh, put the slate into that
Talk is cheap, I be hatin' the chat
I ain't never had a n***a tryna **** us on attack
I be always on top when I'm wavin' a nank
That's why the n***as never stay, they ran (Gone)
Even though we got an arsenal with them cannons
We still gotta buy more hammers (More waps)
I got a brick and a half in the yard right now and I feel unbalanced (I'm prang)
I ain't never had to think twice about doin' up a man
I just done it, got caught by the cameras (Ugh)
Real life action, this ain't no actin'
I shoulda got a BAFTA for all of these pa**es
I shoulda got a medal for all of them drillins
Then again, I shouldn't 'cah none of them's killins
I was in the T house, chilly as f**k
Two G packs up tryna make us a killin'
Can't believe in the raps 'cah I know them boy fibbin' (Can't believe in the raps)
And no, it weren't Halloween
When me and PR masked up, it's thrillin'
'Bout to go do us a lingin' (Boy, boy)
