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d.proffit - drillers & trappers lyrics

(verse 1: headie one)
move weight i love
latex gloves
skengs, rambos, fl!ckies
all part of my favourite stuff
boys in blue still want me in the wing, no damien duff
my young boy did a week in the t and all now he ain’t changed it up
i’m still risk taking
gun under the mattress, sawn-off joints in the bas-m-nt
feds went and booted off my door, they found that one and i had no replacement
but it ain’t nothing, from long time my shankgame been amazing
all i wanna do is get these reddies, i’ve been impatient
no time wasting
fold these twenties before i even tied my laces
that’s night shifts, day shifts
if you’re in the trap, you better have me in your playlist
me and rev that’s freddy and jason, i mean jason and freddy
twin these rambos, buck them both i’m tryna get cheffy
when i chase these opps, i’m tryna make somebody chase some henny
f-ck with the gang that’s deadly
cos the team been horrid and that’s way before henry

(hook: rv)
bad b ask what i do
i told her drilling and trapping
feds want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put abs in
pull up on opps and i buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin?
allo that talk on the net, bet you ain’t got that chat when we’re krashing

(hook: headie one)
bad b ask what i do
she heard i been chinging and krashing
but she way too inna, i had to tell her cool off boo
unless you wanna hold this hand ting, i don’t wanna do no chattin
turn this 1 into 2 and make rev fly like aladdin

(verse 2: rv)
rule number 1
don’t leave your mates
got nicked for attempted murder
but i got charged with gbh
im happy that heads went home
but im p-ssed i never beat that case
but i ribbed my bird and i banged on opps
and i had the whole team on shame (d-ckhead)

rule number 2
stay silent
no comment
f-ck feds
i hate trident
i don’t want to talk to much
but the opps ain’t riding
only thing i that i say is stop running
other than that, straight violence

rule number 3
don’t lack
rule 4
go get dem papers
hit the other side then attack
bring smoke or step with shavers
shoe box filled with racks
cuh i make bread like bakers
they want me underground like escalators

rule number 5
don’t trust these hoes
n-ggas be hating on me getting paid
then they must be broke (must be)
i hit upsi loads latex gloves when i touch this smoke
4 4 long that’s new or get round dere with rusty pole

(hook: rv)
bad b ask what i do
i told her drilling and trapping
fed want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put absinthe
pull up on opps and i buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin?
allo that talk on the net, bet you ain’t got that chat when we’re krashing

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