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67 - strallys and packs lyrics

[dimzy]
he said that it’s ammi
that’s not ammi
that pack there come hard ash
4 4’s mad, 4 4 spins, that sh-t sounds like a car crash
on the main road with 20 mile [?] had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
my young n-ggas drill like itch and sizz 10 toes on the drive with a bruck back

[ld]
and we’re pullin’ up anywhere
lettin’ off corn from everywhere
you ain’t gang then you can’t make a penny here
new racks new guns that’s every year
and we’re pullin’ up anywhere
lettin’ off corn from everywhere
you ain’t gang then you can’t make a penny here
new racks new guns that’s every year

[dimzy]
he said that it’s ammi
that’s not ammi
that pack there come hard ash
4 4’s mad, 4 4 spins, that sh-t sounds like a car crash
jump out gang, we pulled up like where’s all the opps where they fryin at?
corn got slapped, n-ggas try run but theres feds on the endz tryna grab man
i’m tryna do music i’m tryna do bootings i’m tryna break down these 2 packs
from kway back, man had poles push back to the bricks man boot that
now we pull up in trucks, 3 liter dingers with spinners and we pull up with pumps
don got left on the mains like don got hit by a bus
in skengs we trust so i trust these things and stuff
f-ck a drive by mans defo pullin up
jump out like yo what’s up?
then i go smoke a 3 5 to the lung, smoke in my lungs and smoke in my gun

[k-trap]
4 and a half of snow might turn it to 9 if i’m lucky enough
man talk bout smoke ain’t nothin’ got touched
get yourself cooked for f-ckin’ with us
love all my brothers it’s nothin’ but love
throw me them rubbers i’ll buss it and [?]
know i ain’t rich so trappin’s a must
hundreds of stones i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
i’m wrappin em up
know i ain’t rich so trappin’s a must
hundreds of stones i’m wrappin em up

[mischief]
wrappin it up
tryna’ see riches
they just chatty
they some bad b-tches
done laps on my block
i ain’t had st-tches
i’m on my block movin weight
like i do fitness
they don’t do what they say
i put the dots on that ride
i put that hard on the pave
you shoot and you miss
go better your aim
why you takin’ that risk?
if you ain’t aim for his face
swear man need to show me some action
cah talk is cheap
guys talk like they trappy
cah they did cunch for a week
phone won’t let me get a full night
i’m team no sleep
they talk about smoke and crashin
but they ain’t squeeze no t–th
skengs on trips
double l’s lets lurk
their talk is foul
but ain’t did no dirt
been down from day
had heart from birth
no silver spoon
came up from the kerb

civilians or not mans comin’
see bare man runnin’
live corn in my gun
filled to the brim
pure live drummin’
all these ookers that’s f-ckin with gang
only f-ckin’ with gang cuz we real
fly birds and we make them bands
and they know that my 60’s drill
drill till a n-gga stay still
i don’t rap cuz i’m tryna get a deal
facetime when i saw that opp
and peddled my bike right back to the hill
can’t swerve round here man’a burst him
t-o got the phonelines twerkin’
cook grub get the young boys workin’
if you feel he’s a fed don’t serve him
feds lurk for the gang it’s all mad
i switch up things i ain’t tryna get grabbed
chest re’d up now the motor’s trap
2 birds up with my faith in his cab
nearly every week man load up straps
see us pullin’ up in any man’s flat
3 man down 1 4 4 bang

i just wrapped up a box
out here doin’ what these rappers are not
i swear all these rappers are soft
they had man trapped in a box
all because i wrapped up an opp
stepped out on this [?] ting
plain 1’s let me wrap out some shots
point blank i’ll slap man clean
no doubt that i back my beef
and we still got things in blocks
so think wise tryna brag my peeps
straight drop yeah i flood my streets
bando with a hundred z’s
tryna get me a mop for the block
that’s all o with a hundred t
i watched the strip go mad
bare mans ting sound like skudududududu
my ting cl!ck clack bang
everybody shootin crazy
truth they ain’t grip no mash
if you’re gonna talk bout no order
hashtag mish and trap, i said hashtag mish and trap
cuz i trapped and i’m good
them boy broke got nothin’ to show
i know how to whip it i double them o’s
cook up a biscuit the trappers-dem know
always been comfy i carry my own
if i feel funny i carry my pole
see me some opps they panic and blow
40’s a mazza its damage and

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