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a.b, groundworks & smokes - gang activity lyrics

gang activity
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verse 1 (smokes)
they know that i jerk man they know that i burst man
even mummy said that i can’t be trusted
my man thinks that i d+cked down his sister but she was on her red so the baddy just sucked it
dotty on my lap never tucked it shots leave holes in your head like a crumpet (bow bow)
i ain’t ever needed no+one to dump it as long as i know it’s live i’m t(h)umping
cos she be in the stu+ with bills but i’m in the bando with the greatest deals
them yutes gon talk bout the points they scored ornowtheydon’t chat them boy got k!lled
headshot that’s when sh+ts get real
b+bro got a bird he ain’t taking no deal or now we ain’t gone for a pill that’s what happens when juice gets spilled

verse 2 (ab)
yo police wanna know my wherebouts
on your marks get set go
now run for the gun i ain’t thinking i’ll flare out
i’ll do up your chest and let all your air out (ying dat)
this rambo comes with a siamese twin you’ll see when i’m pulling the pair out
call her and pull up i’m pulling her hair now suck my d+ck i ain’t pulling no chair out
man sleep real close to the maggy it’s right next door but i’m not ned flanders (local)
does it count as a point if i get down ‘……’ either way man done it for banters
gang stepped out with two waps deep and let that fizz like we’re shaking fantas
man hear +beep+ when i walk through scanners
you better talk to me with some manners (for real)
chorus (smokes &ab)
i know the feds wan get rid of me
i’m in the trap with sian not tiffany
yardman tug get you slapped in hackney or get your headback spilt in ‘tiverly?’
can’t trust these baddies they’re dangerous literally imagine the opp boys k!lling me
i love bro but i can’t really trust him so i can’t show him where we keep the artillery

i know these pigs still wanna get rid of me
i’m dressed in black when i hit the viscinity
badman ting let it slap on a backstreet or on the mains that’s gang activity
99 pics but they got no ability spilling their guts just keeps on thrilling me
one more ching and he might just +beep+ i’m tryna put man outta their misery

verse 3 (smokes)
i’m tryna jump out the ride and slap man first tryanrun i ain’t chasing kids
they’ll tell you i’m a real life pro my fl!cks i got the other side i love blazing skin
tell little bro put fresh plates on the wizz last opp that we caught nearly gave him a ‘?’
there lock this glue gotta stay where it is can’t pop make it lean with a mizz
they can’t stay with a 40 stays is a coward i can see it in dooki’s face
i know every back road on a opp block normal (normal) taking trips we ain’t using waze
i’m tired of sitting in a bando right now i’m hoping that music pays
it’s like he forgot how it goes in the trenches he came to the hood just to lose his chain

verse 4 (ab)
g+check yutes like what is the d+low (what is the d+low)
‘hmm’ if i back this blade uptown like nino you’re getting more than a stich f+ck leelo
music ones and bando reloads
bando bagging up more than a kilo
i got white on my hands albino i hope that no one can see through the keyhole (who’s that)
the pigs wanna know who i bun
tha+dat’s why i put on a censor (duh)
from what i remember ‘…..’ got hit with a gun (hah)
an(d) it never came back to the sender
‘?’ came through with a scorps created a corpse deleted your member (buh+bye x3)
chorus (ab & smokes)
i know the feds wan get rid of me
i’m in the trap with sian not tiffany
yardman tug get you slapped in hackney or get your headback spilt in ‘tiverly?’
can’t trust these baddies they’re dangerous literally imagine the opp boys k!lling me
i love bro but i can’t really trust him so i can’t show him where we keep the artillery

i know these pigs still wanna get rid of me
i’m dressed in black when i hit the viscinity
badman ting let it slap on a backstreet or on the mains that’s gang activity
99 pics but they got no ability spilling their guts just keeps thrilling me
one more ching and he might just +beep+ i’m tryna put man outta their misery

g+way or no way

- a b groundworks smokes lyrics

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