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ondrills (harlem spartans) – bta lyrics

[intro]
spartans back to attack
.32 get slapped
harlem’s locked in the can
300, kennington gang
drip on me but the spill’s in my hand

[verse 1]
drills on drills
aim at hats tryna grip this still (boy)
rip your vest, grip my blade and do your chest
asia’s catty, and her older brother’s a patty
i got opps get wassy, most man dash, turn into athletes (stop running)
free+flow settings, i don’t need no plug in my sock (i don’t need that)
i can fist man, quick like zico, and still go to the block
spartans put corn in tops
free gs he tried turn man off (free g)
i was 14 with one in my dots
by 18 i touched up numerous opps
thameside i’m swinging my fist
adjudications and nicking slips
bad bs wanna f+ck this kid
i’m jazz ondrills, and her boyfriends sh+t
i’m hs but ku in the brain
i done it like kess when i chinged his face
mackerel smell and coal leave taste
radio 1 mizmac on play (free m)
gеt money on the road, free tg
govs on me, six days in cc
see opps and thеy’re moving speedy
splash man down and my shank’s all leaky (it’s wet)
i was 17 slapping off shotties
in year 10 i was doing man properly (go check that)
i got bagged for a murder
i do bootings and invest in waps
[chorus]
spartans back to attack
generous sh+lls and straps
ain’t sharing smoke, .32 get slapped
harlem’s locked in the can
feeling like mish, do i break this pack?
300, kennington gang
drip on me, but the spill’s in my hand
juice on my jeans like i p+ssed my pants
spartans back to attack
generous sh+lls and straps
ain’t sharing smoke, .32 get slapped
harlem’s locked in the can
feeling like mish, do i break this pack?
300, kennington gang
drip on me, but the spill’s in my hand
juice on my jeans like i p+ssed my pants (boy)

[verse 2]
hard times in jail
put smoke in his head cah i just got spun and i got no telly (got nuttin’)
prosecution showed my picture
the jury, the judge needs one in her belly (ay, hold that)
regina’s verse too heavy
gotta buss this case like i buss that wap (boy)
i splashed that once and dashed
yuck, i come like a deadbeat dad (yuck)
when i stand that’s hand on my heart
my glock tryna spill telling me that i’m lying
free+flow settings, alarm bells frying
no cctv i sit down smiling (smiling)
my girlfriend spin it and whine it, climb it
come like a opp, she’s riding (on the ride)
on the phone to naghz about paigons
he’s telling me ‘in all due timing’ (ay, cool)
spend my time, pushbike done mileage gliding
broke my shank when i knifed him (broke that)
on the back of the ped where it’s hot
i can’t get swams, it’s back to the dot (no i can’t)
spartans put blades in tops
latz was 14 when he taped that block (ay, swing that)
i miss sa and my bro got got
can’t stop this beef till they’re all on tops
what you know about lurking
back window left side of the dinger? (what you know?)
the car filled up with h
tryna fry me a steak to add to the figure (fry that)
i can’t trust you if you ain’t my n+gga
spill that juice like i pour that liquor
pyc from the force of my dipper (hs)
[chorus]
spartans back to attack
generous sh+lls and straps
ain’t sharing smoke, .32 get slapped
harlem’s locked in the can
feeling like mish, do i break this pack?
300, kennington gang
drip on me, but the spill’s in my hand
juice on my jeans like i p+ssed my pants
spartans back to attack
generous sh+lls and straps
ain’t sharing smoke, .32 get slapped
harlem’s locked in the can
feeling like mish, do i break this pack?
300, kennington gang
drip on me, but the spill’s in my hand
juice on my jeans like i p+ssed my pants (boy)

- ondrills harlem spartans lyrics

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