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caps (uk) - gun squad lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m cutting through bullring with a shotgun
all the mandem saying that i’m lost bruv
i really need a bag, i’m on hot stuff
this gun don’t fit in my boxers
i’m rolling with omar and bale
making numbers shake on them scales
now he’s telling me he wants the .44
like he don’t care about jail
i can’t believe i’m finally getting paid right
if i bash the pack down i get paid twice
i told her “f+ck your man, he’s a lame guy”
my coat and my shotty cost the same price
twenty+eight bags for a dirty brick
i don’t do deals with no cheapskate
same brick can cost me four quid
if i hop on the plane and go pk
s got caught with the biggest gun
i swear, that casе, man he should’ve won
eight years what thеy locked him down for
the judge couldn’t believe what my brother done
we’re them apneh that clean up a drought
drop food on my runner then i’m out
he must’ve thought i was just any rapper
till i came back and slapped it in his mouth
[hook]
gun squad putting burners to my face
no evidence, get the f+ck up out my face
just dodged another case
now i’m back up on the block with a burner on my waist
gun squad putting burners to my face
no evidence, get the f+ck up out my face
just dodged another case
now i’m back up on the block with a burner on my waist

[verse 2]
i’m planting my foot in a golf r
but i still drive dingers and them hot cars
my plug throws it out when it’s rock hard
then i snap it off like a pop+tart
none of my runners been moist
i put ’em on your block and you won’t make a noise
and most my nitties man, they beg on the streets
so i ran through a bucket full of coins
don’t you know we made it on the news b?
my bro’s pulling guns out of hoopties
lowlifes saying that they wanna shoot me
i’m comfy when i’m walking in my gucci’s
i lost eleven bags on a thursday
and i still bounced back on a tuesday
it’s like making money’s been my forte
i was running up in shops back in school days
i know that my man’s an akh
but this beef ain’t dead till i blow out his back
so if i ever get the drop imma leave the trap
and go and grab my gun and put on my mask
i started with a tenth, not a quarter
now me and dekki go through cars like it’s water
now we roll with sticks like we’re yoda
i’ll go through any ends and make you pop like some soda
[hook]
gun squad putting burners to my face
no evidence, get the f+ck up out my face
just dodged another case
now i’m back up on the block with a burner on my waist
gun squad putting burners to my face
no evidence, get the f+ck up out my face
just dodged another case
now i’m back up on the block with a burner on my waist

- caps uk lyrics

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