No Hook - NPK, ND, LR

TrapHouseMob

Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy

Trilla put two green bells in the dotty

Watch them come out the nose like boogers

Whack my man if he’s Farm

Slap my man if he’s 9 or Wooders

Should’ve seen the way that I chopped up F

You would’ve thought that I worked in a butchers

I only give love to the spinner

Bully B don’t give no love to the hookers

Your nigga held smoke, no hooker

Bun out your chest like he just backed whiskey

In my blunt L2, not Tooka

Don’t get caught tryna buck your linkey

The life I live is all risky

Stainless steel in and out that Pickney

Batterd up bisheads, about «Please tick m»

Feds chase shank, get dashed like frisbee

Been a bad boy from when the olders used to lurk on Kizzy

I remember when we bucked Ridzy

Sav chopped that down like a 2 in a Q

You should’ve got slapped in digits

If you see x2 in city

You see me, you know that’s litty committee

Said we don’t ride, are you silly?

I see two biological brothers running

If I saw the other one, I would have took man’s kidney

Everyone knows I make Park Lane litty

Back then I had a crush on Nikki until I saw Cardi B

Sin Squad where the drillers at

Farm Block where the artists be

We don’t let shit slide, are you dumb?

You can ask MB and ask his mum

Like Dora, man’s exploring

If I ain’t got my shank, jump man like Jordan

Don’t try dash, 'cah the corn will catch up

Run up in yards, put your hands in the air

Don’t panic like French Montana

Let’s test this 12 in the park, no manor

The dotty get beat like Anna

Slide through the A with this big boy tool

This big boy tool ain’t no fucking spanner

How the 2's still drop them L’s?

I see opp boys wearing T-Shirts

On it says Lampz and K1's world

Bro just slapped in reverse

Sinners don’t send no corn for no girls

We got bine for a nigga, that’s bolo

Sinners don’t care if you banged dumbbells

On the opp block tryna raise some hell

Free all my niggas that didn’t get bail

Two Glocks, one botty

Jump out, try put holes in a body

Long time that I done 'Where's Wally'

Drops on the opps, like we got down donny

This shits all ments, I’m drilling old friends

Like who’s gonna stop me?

I’m a boss on my block like Gotti

If I slap shots, watch broski copy

Put him in a box like Roddy

Free GP, in a box like Bobby

I do drills and hit them stains

Them man on the net tryna impress thotties

Why would I link that bitch if broski hit and she didn’t give sloppy?

I put opps on my Rizlas

Sorry, I swear it’s part of my hobby

SMB, you know man do this

I’m tryna do it like SlapIt

Two in a dotts, tour 'round and use it

They want me on the wing with gang

But when I get grabbed, man act all clueless

Bro’s known for swinging his shank

Now he’s locked in the wing with

Prosecutor said it was planned

I had to tell him it was an opp

Side by side with my bruces

Don’t act fearless, tour and boom it

Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it

Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it

Headpiece snapped when I step out them cells

Tell the cats don’t call my line

'Cah I just got bail and I ain’t going jail

We got Haringey map

Don’t believe the opps, they lie as well

I tell the opps «Go rot in hell»

Cause this beef’s intense, and I ain’t calling help

You can swim like Michael Phelps

Deep in, tryna send man up to hell

Tell me how Trapo felt

When his bredrin left him to call up a girl

We don’t story tell

Had an old school friend that made stories fell

Send corn no VML

Get shelled if you’re screaming out «K1's World»

Got corn for days

Don’t slip in your estate mate

We drill and we trap

It’s in all of our DNA’s

They talk that wass, but they don’t wanna avenge their mates

Couple man that’s snakes

They don’t wanna cross these gates, no way

You can hold corn broad day

Heard all of the opps, them hate me

'Cah 6ixShots touched road real lately

Couple gyal, I’m moving all shady

'Cah they can’t be my number one baby

my baby

But she knows she my number one lately

Can’t tell you 'bout touring

But I can tell you 'bout Jailhouse touring

It was early mornings, when the gov’s come kicking my door in

Got bagged with my mash and flick

Stressed 'cah I knew I was pissed

But you know, this the life I live, darg you know this the life I live

My dad used to say I weren’t on shit

Little did you know I was taping off strips

I’m tired of beefing these kids

Lil bro’s been putting opps in riz

How many times had I fill it to the brim?

Got 'round there, seen grown men sprint

I did it with G as well

Same way I did it with Blacks in the wing