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rm (uk) – warning lyrics

[chorus]
six shots in my wap, you can hold one
at least cabbage if a p+ssy gets rolled on
f+ck halves on a mash, i got my own one
three mazzas and my stick ain’t been sold on

[verse]
i trust god but i still got my armour
there’s more chance of you dying if you marga
i clapped one pr+ck, two weeks later i got shot back
i believe in that karma
i ain’t tryna die young like roddy
before that i’d rather catch me a body
my y.g. kept begging for the shotty
then i seen him on the news for a homi
ask the n+ggas on my block if i took a vio
i be coming back strapped, moving h+lla wild
my darg got found not guilty on a m charge
but he soon appealed that for a better trial
try slide on my block, i wouldn’t risk it
even the y.g.’s have got big sticks
i made my girl hold ten then she dipped it
that’s the reason i could never trust b+tches
i seen a lot of man change cause of money
i’m strapped up when i go for a curry
i slid round and they cut, man are lucky
if not then it woulda been a duppy
get robbed on my block tryna over stunt
at least two waps deep when i go to clubs
brum town, i’m connected to loads of thugs
if you a real bad b+tch, you can hold my gun
you can clean it and load it
last opp hyped, seen me and folded
big ting on me but you wouldn’t notice
my bm even seen me do a soaking
i fell in love with the pump when i pressed it
triple tap n+ggas out like wrestling
told my darg “don’t” but he still cheffed him
swap the hot rolex for the breitling
from brum i’m the hardest and most on it
how you going o.t. and got no profit?
when i drive, bad b’s give me slow topping
same block that you claim, i put smoke on it
strapped up, you ain’t never ready
i swear you ain’t done a slide in 2020
used to l!ck crizz nops with a heavy chete
strapped up but i still cop any semi
shh showed me to shoot through a plastic bag
so when the feds come, they can’t match the strap
n+ggas lie in the booth but my rap’s a fact
chrome nine come boxed up from amsterdam
ask my darg, we had beef with the albo’s
have i ever squashed beef? h+ll no
i love spins cause they don’t let the sh+ll go
opps like adidas, they just sh+ll toes
no gloves, i’ma grip it up
fours on my waist cause my pouch weren’t big enough
i ain’t into the silly stuff
gave my y.g. the heat, said “find him and hit him up”
[chorus]
six shots in my wap, you can hold one
at least cabbage if a p+ssy gets rolled on
f+ck halves on a mash, i got my own one
three mazzas and my stick ain’t been sold on

- rm uk lyrics

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