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ngang (156) - drilling lyrics

[intro: nitonb]
n gang
come on, come on
n gang, gang

[verse 1: mad max]
i’ll splash man down for my bros
and them man talk ’bout smoking on t1, i swear you’re not smoking on a soul
like young money said i’ll turn a man ghost
back out my rams, green light let’s go
big s been skrillin’ on the block they smoke
my n gang ones might dip up your coat
like remember that time when we came king’s road
izzy got splashed in his face, that’s cold
dash up your friends then blow
like feds’ sirens, oh sh-t i’m on ropes, not running from the beef yeah i’m running from the po’
dip, splash, ching if you say you’re involved
but welcome to rayner’s, you mean northolt
southall dip up your friend then blow, uh uh
if he’s bad then he’ll have me on ropes
madmax in my name so you know you better blow
you don’t wanna buck there, they’re upon the road
ching splash shins cos i’m on volts
s search tryna ching man down with zac and co
and that’s twin rambos
about rayner’s skinnin’ my n gang ones like bro you must be smokin’ on c-ke
yeah they’re g-ssed they stopped to your dome
dip splash ching for one of them c-nts
dem man there think that they’re scoring points cah’ true say they took t1
but f-ck that i’m popping out lungs
dip, splash, ching for rl c-nt
dem man there chat sh-t but i swear on my mums their young g’s run
used to be friends with some of these c-nts
trap and bang that’s all i know
score on the opps they dash and blow
vicky done trip, got splashed juju’s soul
meanwhile j dipped that and blow
been on the lurk with the guys, no joke
anything wealdstone i’ll splash to the bone
my 17 might take you and your soul
the gamble for your life just turned to no joke

[interlude: nitonb]
ayy.. zone 5.. n block.. n gang
wizz world, you get me?
r.i.p teewizz.. f-ck the other side, f-ck the opps, you get me?
free the jailhouse, free suspect.. you get it?

[verse 2: nitonb]
you can buck man live in the flesh, f-ck twitter and the indirects
you heard what i said, whizz up on a one two’s ped
see an opp’s white t’s turn red
dem man get drenched
low buss smell that stench, knew the n when it was fifth trench
skrrr… then crash
why you causing a scene
i should be on my deen but how the f-ck could man lack
i’m with my bros cah’ they got man’s back
dem man they’re broke so they have no cash
fly ot hope i make it back
you was chilling with a b-tch at home in your gaff
i was in o’ on my ones with a pack
dem man said it on gang, that’s rude, get round then splash up an innocent yute
they took my bro, now they have no clue, make a rams go through
tryna split them in two
f-ck the talking cah’ that sh-t’s long
i got my bro, i don’t care who’s wrong
moving bookey like who’s that don?
in the streets man, you don’t belong
on my mum’s life i’m p-ssed cos the jakes got the mandem nicked
i just lost bro, when i found out i dropped my phone
so i went and phoned bro for the stick
can hide my face everytime that i walk on the mains cos the jakes got the mandem p-ssed
patrolling the bits
with a big rams f-ck a flicks get chinged if you’re giving that lip
dem man run and hide and they know
them man stay inside and stay low
if you pull up crash, then they blow, don’t make me back it out cah’ that’s smoke
all that chitty-chatter it’s mad, about i delete the chats cah’ my dad
if i see him bore up that lad, then it’s back to the flats
keep serving the cats and dem man know
they invest time in a hoe, f-ck that we invest in road
lol jokes, i ain’t never been on ropes
make sure you ain’t seen with your folks
so pull up on volts, hop out you will get soaked
mum’s life i could put that on bro
you come f-cked up, you must think the beef is the same, no way what a f-cking joke
my gang’s unruly, the beef ain’t got no gender
nothin’ ain’t changed cah’ a ting got b–bies
you might see us, they’re moving bookey
grind it, bill it, light a man’s zoobie
man told the driver don’t crash, got 4 man they’re all squashed in the back
man told the driver don’t crash, got 4 man they’re all squashed in the back
blud i’m tryna count them hundreds, cos me i want money in abundance
we feed the streets yeah we fund em’
you leave the beef about gunmen
oh sh-t i kinda sound like sl
big rams on me, it come xl
oh god i had to leave my ex-girl
cos she was living in a whole new next world

[outro: nitonb]
n gang, f-ck the opps.. you get it?
come on.. y.teewizz.. you get me?
n gang, f-ck the opps, bunch of clowns
t1’s world, you get me?
n gang

- ngang 156 lyrics

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