Текст песни 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)