Lyrics Peckham Krazy - Tiny Boost , Kwengface
Hitsquad,
Hitsquad
baby
Pecknarm
shit
Ps
up
til
I
freeze
up
Pants
sagging,
black
flagging,
you
already
know
Uh
Look
Hitsquad's
here,
what?
Fuck
(Hitsquad)
Pull
up,
pop
pop,
what?
[?]
shot
watch
Bruski's
still
locked
up,
but,
I
said
the
clocks
don't
stop
(Free
him
up)
I've
only
been
out
for
about
2 months
and
I
had
To
burn
that
top,
trackie
gloves
and
trainers
also
2 Known
Zoo,
Boost,
alie
we
grew
up
in
a
warzone
('Narm)
I
done
stepped
with
a
botty
but
I
like
the
38 ting
more
so
I
shoulda
woulda
coulda
uh
uh
I
know
I
can't
claim
that
almost
But
his
friend
got
torso,
neck
stress
you
can
say
that's
almost
Lemme
slow
it
down
My
bro
got
a
pack,
ain't
no
show
I'm
rolling
loud
I
rap
for
the
money,
cah
you
know
I
gotta
count
mine
Pecknarm
lil
bitch,
we
the
darkest
in
the
south
side
Index,
index
#Hitsquad
pull
up
but
we
don't
spin
decks
Spin
ting
spin
like
fed
hollows
I
can
leave
6 dead
Bro
said
go
and
park
that
wap
but
I
can't
leave
this
skeng
No
way,
I
can't
leave
my
friends
Nah,
and
I
scream
free
Denz
Free
LD,
Lil
Dsqueezo,
in
other
words
free
Little
Shaitan
Mum
said
"none
of
these
yutes
can
Take
you"
I
just
send
change
to
my
marj
Man
just
spray
out
the
car,
And
if
I
ain't
far,
I'll
ching
up
your
clart
These
niggas
must
be
some
sniff
but
I
Whip
that
shit
and
I
know
you
ain't
hard
But
I
come
back
like
Karma
and
cause
chaos,
I
cause
drama
Then
back
to
the
narm
straight
after
Loudest
zoot
with
the
loudest
laughter
Them
niggas
just
see
that
whip,
and
think
"aw
shit"
Just
call
us
master
Backed
this,
wet
up
your
chest
and
your
head
Don't
get
me
cross
like
pastor
Yo
Man
don't
do
ticks,
do
I
look
like
Nike?
(What
do
I
look
like?)
Ring
ring
trap
man's
doing
up
foot,
car
doing
up
bike
I
can
do
you
a
bit
of
buj,
But
I'm
not
gonna
lie,
man's
flying
this
light
Girl
with
a
back
oh
my
Don't
be
shy
like
a
man
don't
bite
(Oi
come
here)
Bro
just
smashed
up
an
opp
on
the
Wing
so
you
know
that
I
bought
him
credit
Kwengface
step
on
the
stage,
grap
bap
nothing
but
shellings
(Brap)
Wanna
take
it
there
we
can
take
it
there
direct
we
don't
need
no
debit
Rambo
knife
on
the
backroad
Do
man
dirt
watch
his
flesh
get
severed
I
do
this
ting
for
the
money
(Uh-huh),
you
do
this
ting
for
the
fame
Can't
lie
man
I
turned
that
deal
down
Cah
I
can't
even
lie
it
was
lame
('Low
it)
Me
and
broski
switching
lanes
hitting
70
straight
down
to
the
paves
Bro
wanna
talk
'bout
smoke
and
dinger
might
get
chinged
in
the
face
Yo
big
rambo
on
my
waist
all
on
me
just
by
my
pelvis
Peng
gyal
wanna
blow
my
[?
] Wanna
rock
and
roll
this
ain't
nothing
like
Elvis
(Come
here)
.9
on
the
buj
on
the
one
flick
Bro
told
me
that
I'm
coming
too
selfish
('Low
it)
Bro
on
the
T
with
green,
I
got
white
we
coming
like
Celtic
Pause,
lemme
just
get
one
sec
Lemme
just
step
and
flex
OT
OT
gotta
mash
this
bread
(Hmm-hmm)
How
you
still
chat
when
your
friend
them
dead
How
you
still
chat
when
your
gang's
been
cheffed
2 secs
2 secs
lemme
whip
that
skeng
Skrr,
bang,
do
it
again
(Brap)
Them
man
hiding
in
shops
[?]
and
they
still
get
[?]
They
can't
chat
for
my
friends
('Low
it)
I
can
name
2 few
times
few
times
few
times
that
a
man's
been
cheffed
One
in
the
head,
one
in
the
chest
I
can't
even
talk
too
mad
cause
a
Man's
giving
way
too
much
to
the
feds
Free
Rugrat,
free
all
of
my
friends
(Free
the
gang)
![Tiny Boost feat. PS & Kwengface - Street Dreams](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/n/k/u/0/qb-qe40ukn.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Feels Good
3 Street Dreams
4 Whip Suttin
5 All Year
6 Street Talk
7 Whole Bird
8 Aint Been Got
9 On Me
10 Chrome Pipes
11 Peckham Krazy
12 Gangsta Niggaz
13 Burner In The Ride
14 Scarred For Life
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