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707 - cardboard gangsters lyrics

[intro]
ayy dm1, you’re a mad man
markyyy

[verse 1: ct7]
they’re chattin’ sh+t over insta lives
and yet they rap guns and knives
they’re bees, they’re buzzin’, they belong in a hive
got a plan b no matter the size
eyes feel better when they’re focused on the prize
it’s ct and i’m with the guys, that’s rizla silvers and 3.5s
you must be thicker than cardi’s thighs to think that beef won’t get served with fries
missions get planned and then revised, when you get checked you’re +n+lysed
i say 3flynn and i hope time flies
get pulverised if bro’s ma cries
goes for any deluded c+nt, this 7+0 bop will ruin your month
it’s dublin bro, you can’t pull that stunt
let’s see you run from this 7+0 hunt
you’re not getting far, let me keep it blunt
in the shed with bro he’s a well known grunt
get caught, get slumped then do 10 toes
shout out toast, he’s the wizard of oz
critical shots, with critical blows
now he’s lookin’ like rudolph with his red nose
you know how it works, you know how it goes
got war for foes on dublin roads
car doors close for talking loads
i focus on money and all the bros, they sweet talk like honey for simple hoes
he’s dodging my texts, he already knows
should have thought ’bout the life you chose
facemask on just to damage clothes
facemask on just to (huh huh huh)
[verse 2: ac+130]
there’s an opp boy, i’ll jack that key
fist him like chan with karate
i had the gringo, the kush so sweet
since a young+young age doing meets and greets
see him right there, he was swept off feet
we done that proper, no need to cheat
but i’ll be discreet, they’ll be put 10 feet underneath
i’ll press the delete, they’ll face the defeat
put him in a shopping cart, no receipt
he wanted the meat, he felted the heat, it was extra sweet
juicy crispy, the bud comes tender, tender quickly
on mischief strictly, bro are you with me?
late night lurkin’ there with my k!lly, the opps there silly
let’s get drilly, drilly, drilly
he showed resistance, he hopped that fence
of course it’s us on the o+offence
who’s on who? they’ve no evidence
they’ll soon be gone in the past+past tense
imma grind and smoke intense intense
ambo blazin’, i love it the stench
he’s a soft boy, why’s he actin’ hench?
clueless soft boy, he’ll be left on the bench

[verse 3: juggrite]
like 7 some well known trappers
bally and long rambo, it’s a gang thing
nuff of the chit and chat or you might get splattered, don’t risk it all for the clout
like free all the gang, was a madness when all the mandem used to ride for fun
been juggin’ since i was young, really got put on when i turned to the plug
remember dem days we were doing up vulture
we done it for the culture
few years later still got stacks of fifties, twenties separated
only things that we elevated, got them cl!ckies now we just blaze him
legs high, hearts probably racin’, might just leave that yute on the pavement
cl!ckies up in the mountains, look what i found, might catch me an oppy
bro+bro’s tryna catch somebody, no jumping out, still no that it’s over
got the whitest of snow, gotta flip that sh+t like motorola
whitest of snow gotta flip that sh+t like motorola
[outro]
markyy
ayy dm1, you’re a madman

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