Dark Days

Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah

We got burners, we got bricks and we
Got dingers too (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Big whips rippin' through (Skrrt)
I'm a little savage as I'm grippin' tools (Bap, bap)
Never took a vio' while I sleep on it (Never)
I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em
I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate
I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase
I ain't felt heartbrеak (Nah), but I know dark days (Yеah)
Cranked out, servin' one on ones out of Mark's place (Mark's place)

Bullets in my burner, when I catch him
I'ma smoke him (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Fill the dinger up with petrol, get
The drop, now we're patrollin' (Grrah)
I know them boys are hidin' (Hidin')
If I'm slappin' roads, drivin' (Bap, bap)
Push them peppers in that pumpy, watch
Them pellets start flyin' (Bap, bap, bap)
Bro, I really come from nothin', now it's time I get my money straight
Had to drop him out 'cause he was movin' in a funny way
Heard they wanna kill me, now I'm packin' on a bummy day (Bap, bap)
Like I didn't smoke him by his driveway
Bap, bap), left that whole drive taped

We got burners, we got bricks and we
Got dingers too (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Big whips rippin' through (Skrrt)
I'm a little savage as I'm grippin' tools (Bap, bap)
Never took a vio' while I sleep on it (Never)
I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em
I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate
I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase
I ain't felt heartbreak (Nah), but I know dark days (Yeah)
Cranked out, servin' one on ones out of Mark's place (Mark's place)

I can drop a bag on 'em, they gon' drop a bomb on 'em
Do it in the mornin', wake the neighbours, ring alarms on 'em
Brodie love them walk downs, so he gon' walk up calm on 'em
Send 'em up to God, shit, they gon' have to open Psalms for him
Buddha bag on one smack, but that was only one smack
Smoke, no, you don't want that, got so much smoke, my lungs black
I got this bitch confused because the motor's where the trunk's at
Guardsy bulletproofed the Escalade, we out here slidin' rump flats
Square broad, never fucked with real felons before
Think her man a gunner, but he be out here tellin' the law
Servin' dimes right off a pound, fiends was inhalin' the raw
I was shootin' out my mum's Civic and leavin' shells in the car
Dealin' with soft, was whippin'
Powder in the terrace on the open stove
I'm still around them head tappers, if you know, you know
Suckers out here praisin' Boston Richey, but they know he told
Couple homicide investigations silent 'cause I know the code

We got burners, we got bricks and we
Got dingers too (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Big whips rippin' through (Skrrt)
I'm a little savage as I'm grippin' tools (Bap, bap)
Never took a vio' while I sleep on it (Never)
I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em
I can get your face stamped, Brinsford to Marshgate
I'm strapped up, the last thing I need is a car chase
I ain't felt heartbreak (Nah), but I know dark days (Yeah)
Cranked out, servin' one on ones out of Mark's place (Mark's place)

We got burners, we got bricks and we got dingers too
Big whips rippin' through
I'm a little savage as I'm grippin' tools
Never took a vio' while I sleep on it
I just let 'em land in jail and slap a couple G's on 'em