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410 – came in da room lyrics

[verse 1: bt]
like came in the room with a broom
face all over the room
like boom bang face in the news, you manner get caught
like boombang manner get boomed
looking in the shoebox
i don’t want shoes, f-cking fool
you neeks keep cutting the .44 drama
man you get drummered
little man boy man get blubbered
his heart ain’t in it but all of a sudden he’s thugging
n-gga that’s rubbish
rah [?] face get tarnished, everything f-cked
n-gga they leave him all red, leave him all rum up
he’s talking, he’s talking to feds, manner get dargg up

[verse 2: rendo]
trap line sent a text
[?] to get a boy down for a cheque
bad b-tch says he’s a keeper, something like cech
but f-ck that, i don’t want a keeper
i just want neck
i’ma cop me a nine piece, when i rob the connect
sh-t grub say you get gwop, say you whip food
but your food don’t stretch
bad b-tch chilling in the room
the b-tch got a cut if she don’t give neck
young g sneaked in the room with a broom
hands up, tell a n-gga don’t stress
yard man ting man, bill up a big grey spliff
in a room full of sess
close up shots man, slap up a boy, heads back in the light see stripes
gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left x2

[verse 3: t.syikes]
how you on the block everyday but you ain’t getting paid
these n-ggas so laid back (joke)
i be in the bando for weeks, trust me i trap everyday
how you got guns but you ain’t got gwop, little n-gga stop lying
manner head top frying, two sh-lls in a bruck back give him two boom bye him
trust me, when i see my young g’s posted it out on the block with the shavers
when i was broke, n-ggas didn’t want to break bread
and now want to ask me for favours
we be counting up papers, you’re trying to get famous
clearly we are on different stages
gunshots for them haters, i don’t watch faces
my n-ggas bake bread like bakers
couple shots in the ladder, you don’t want to see me step with bt
i’m straight on sight for an opp, i’m two shots up if you see me
n-ggas don’t bang, they don’t make bread
how these n-ggas so neeky?
anytime mans down for the beef, but other then that mans out for my p, g
manner talk about these p’s here, but that, there’s a whole different money
manner take a grown n-ggas women
manner take a grown n-ggas money
now i got that grown n-ggas money
yeah i have that golddigger money
how’s man calling my phone
talking about i owe man the money
how the f-ck can i owe man the money?
dumb n-gga, dumb n-gga
manner roll round with a gun n-gga
two shots up, best run n-gga, run n-gga
manner get turn up, see them n-ggas?
them n-ggas there get bun up
two sh-lls yeah i want to run up
my n-ggas on the come up
how’s man talking about packs?
(my mans squad, mans squad getting drum up, yeah mans squad’s getting drum up)

[verse 4: mdargg]
dip dip in the face, no bally
woosh a n-gga down in the alley (dead boy!)
boom bang out of that german, l1ck a n-gga out of his tracky (boom bow!)
don’t want to be a pack, red dot pon your head, man will turn you paki
you n-ggas stacking for that louis, gucci
i can’t pay for a taxi (f-cked up!)
shoot from hoopties, had to shot the hooptie
done a madting, sad (madting)
if i ain’t been around, ain’t been about moving dark low on the trap
boomting want to just jerk off the tings and clap
boomting baker suck off my joints and trap (uck)
now i’m getting grown woman hat, manner take a grown man pack
and if he act up, man will have to show him the mack, he might have to hold one infact
rip my bro pistol, i had to show him how to trap
he was like the a in trap
upsuh to a and back x2
allah should’ve taken a raq (trust me)

- 410 lyrics

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