CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Slums
MoneyEvery on the track
Shots in the spin, but I only like one
Headshots are my favourite ones
The world's much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
Free the hill, that's real sh*t (Word)
Long time, man been round here
Where the faces drop
When we pull up in the Brix' (When we pull up)
That day, suttin' coulda gotta fished
If only the feds weren't nosy pigs
Man's been on the opp block lurking
2 peds up, tryna splash these pricks
Did you see what ****
That's some dangerous sh*t
It is what it is
25 stuffed to the brim
Know things out here happening
Why is the Hill such a heated strip
2 bells on the dots just roasting
Ready to blast and bite out skin
My guys ain't nuttin like them boy
And them boy ain't nuttin like man
I'm beefing guys that pree we
See we in flesh and drop their shanks
And how many man have ran
I got rusts that work with Wrays
And I got rusts that work with amm
These man weren't out from early
I dont even know how they're screaming gang
Them man there do it for the gyal
Reality checks who have you shanked
Them man there won't fly O
Reality check is the pack even banked
Do 4s for the price of 1
Live corn round here
We ain't throwing no blanks
Got shots spinning round like a yo-yo
Past tense that spinner done span
I put LTH on the map
Bro backseat with the mash on his lap
Ready for war team come raw
Coming like Scramzy and Clamps
Done it with Slimz already
So moretime we laugh bout it
Cah we done it and dabbed
I ain't really into the taking
Back it and bore it
Juice done get man splashed
I'll slap corn for my gang of course
But you dont wanna see B1 double tapped
It's cold out here in the streets
Thats why i got bros and they got my back
10x10s to a bill no fuss
I ain't gotta worry bout no quick maths
Opps on the mains back your waps
If not then we go to your block and crash
Shots in the spin but I only one
Headshots are my favourite ones
Word bro coulda M'd that punk
The worlds much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
That's me slapping off this drum
Face shot that's your whole body numb
Wash the sins away with with some rum
I done a madness last week
If you know then you know
Then I'm minus a hoodie
I know n***as that move like pu**y for gyal
Real life them man are rookies
And I ain't ever run off with a shank
But I know SB love run with his jookie
And war is war tell a opp don't lack
Cos this beef done crunch like cookie
I can do it like M
That's me and S on your block
What's goodie
We ain't gone till we done that dirt
I'm a antisocial kid
I don't buss convo unless you shout man first
If you ain't from the LT bits
Don't come round here cos you might get burst
B1 on your block with 2
Bro dump that off reverse and swerve
That's us in them blacked out trucks
Better know what we on
When we glide it's purge
No f**ks when we get round there
Just know if there's yats mans slapping at skirts
We're violent batch
With violent work
Shots in the spin but I only one
Headshots are my favourite ones
Word bro coulda M'd that punk
The worlds much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
That's me slapping off this drum
Face shot that's your whole body numb
Wash the sins away with with some rum
Shots in the spin, but I only like one
Headshots are my favourite ones
The world's much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
Free the hill, that's real sh*t (Word)
Long time, man been round here
Where the faces drop
When we pull up in the Brix' (When we pull up)
That day, suttin' coulda gotta fished
If only the feds weren't nosy pigs
Man's been on the opp block lurking
2 peds up, tryna splash these pricks
Did you see what ****
That's some dangerous sh*t
It is what it is
25 stuffed to the brim
Know things out here happening
Why is the Hill such a heated strip
2 bells on the dots just roasting
Ready to blast and bite out skin
My guys ain't nuttin like them boy
And them boy ain't nuttin like man
I'm beefing guys that pree we
See we in flesh and drop their shanks
And how many man have ran
I got rusts that work with Wrays
And I got rusts that work with amm
These man weren't out from early
I dont even know how they're screaming gang
Them man there do it for the gyal
Reality checks who have you shanked
Them man there won't fly O
Reality check is the pack even banked
Do 4s for the price of 1
Live corn round here
We ain't throwing no blanks
Got shots spinning round like a yo-yo
Past tense that spinner done span
I put LTH on the map
Bro backseat with the mash on his lap
Ready for war team come raw
Coming like Scramzy and Clamps
Done it with Slimz already
So moretime we laugh bout it
Cah we done it and dabbed
I ain't really into the taking
Back it and bore it
Juice done get man splashed
I'll slap corn for my gang of course
But you dont wanna see B1 double tapped
It's cold out here in the streets
Thats why i got bros and they got my back
10x10s to a bill no fuss
I ain't gotta worry bout no quick maths
Opps on the mains back your waps
If not then we go to your block and crash
Shots in the spin but I only one
Headshots are my favourite ones
Word bro coulda M'd that punk
The worlds much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
That's me slapping off this drum
Face shot that's your whole body numb
Wash the sins away with with some rum
I done a madness last week
If you know then you know
Then I'm minus a hoodie
I know n***as that move like pu**y for gyal
Real life them man are rookies
And I ain't ever run off with a shank
But I know SB love run with his jookie
And war is war tell a opp don't lack
Cos this beef done crunch like cookie
I can do it like M
That's me and S on your block
What's goodie
We ain't gone till we done that dirt
I'm a antisocial kid
I don't buss convo unless you shout man first
If you ain't from the LT bits
Don't come round here cos you might get burst
B1 on your block with 2
Bro dump that off reverse and swerve
That's us in them blacked out trucks
Better know what we on
When we glide it's purge
No f**ks when we get round there
Just know if there's yats mans slapping at skirts
We're violent batch
With violent work
Shots in the spin but I only one
Headshots are my favourite ones
Word bro coulda M'd that punk
The worlds much bigger than the Tulse Hill slums
Do it for bros like we got same mum
That's me slapping off this drum
Face shot that's your whole body numb
Wash the sins away with with some rum
