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harlem spartans - vdm lyrics

[intro]
i know opps that ain’t on sh-t
they rap real good, but they ain’t on p-ss

[verse 1]
the life i live is intense
run down opps and old school friends
i look for my darkest trackie
jump on a ped, lets lurk for them
i got two in a sawn-off dots or i got four in a .32 glock
you don’t wanna get caught and shot
last time bro did that he hit mans top
got beef on the street with opps
so i can’t lack and i get man got
we got rambo’s, dotty’s and glocks i need more dingers
i need more dingers, the beefs on tops
went round to lock off that block
me, little dan, that’s a violent squad
if you run, get caught and chopped
pyc, that’s you and your boss
free my broski splash
he likes to aim for your chest and back
free my broski jugg
light and b when he’s sitting in the trap
pedal bike or beef for the cash
or push bike days with a loaded wap
you don’t wanna get caught and splashed
i live what i rap, when i rap, that’s facts
i’m tryna put these opps in the dirt
yuck-yuck, my shanks in his shirt
i got beef with grown -ss nerds
opps get wet, get drenched, get burst
i’m tryna put your boss in the earth
we back our shanks, i’mma get you first
she’s brown, cute and prestige
but hold on b, i wan’ jeet and skeet

[chorus]
violence, drugs, money
and loaded skengs
.32 spinners and dotty’s
dash dat corn at dem
spartans pull up and do man ‘ments
rip the flesh out of your chest
the life i live is intense
pedal bike trapping, serving again
violence, drugs, money
and loaded skengs
.32 spinners and dotty’s
dash dat corn at dem
spartans pull up and do man ‘ments
rip the flesh out of your chest
the life i live is intense
pedal bike trapping, serving again

[verse 2]
feds want me trapped in the cage
and my paigons want me dead
circle the opp block
two man, one ped, one skeng
me and max on a 1-2 skidding
get round there with intent of spilling
this life is thrilling
catch me an opp and show them chingings
i know opps that are good at singing
free tg my bro does drillings
if i tell you my age, you’d probably think that i’m fibbing
opp block tour, best know that i’m sinning
jump off peds and slap that stick
rise that high tryna hit man’s wig
blacked out in a four-door whizz
please don’t lack or trip or slip
i know opps that ain’t on sh-t
they rap real good but ain’t on p-ss
i do tours with loaded clips
and i get trappy invest in bits
spartans back blades from hips
which opp boy should we put on the dish?
don’t run get caught and fished
you don’t wanna see mikes and naghz do this
i got trap and bang in my system
back this blade tryna turn man victim
fourteen tryna get man cheffed
now i’m seventeen tryna get man kweffed
big bits and largest weapons
chicken shops that’s where spartans cheff it
lay down just hold that wetting

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