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rm (uk) & trizz (uk) - who's that lyrics

[intro: trizz]
(a class)
yo

[verse 1: trizz]
who’s that over there, is it a piglet?
in the bando all day and all i’ve ate is a biscuit
they used to have a lock, but then my white boy come and picked it
car through the gap, but then my wing mirror clipped it
ac on, but i’m still up in a hot car
he tried run, but i swear, he never got far
cracker just scored with the kids, what the f+ck, rah?
nitties on the corner, gotta hit ’em like the crossbar

[verse 2: rm]
who’s that over there, it kinda looks like a undie
i paid five bills for the pumpy
if i come to your block, dressеd up like a junkie
my big .44 looks chunky
i keep a van parked up with ‘rons in thе back
got a mac with the sting that goes ’round my back
my white ting from selly oak’s got a big back
try violate me, i’ll put a car through your gaff

[verse 3: trizz]
try violate me, i’ll put a whip through your house
bro got five years cah sticks in his pouch
in the bando, i heard squeaks, but i still kick with the mouse
told the cat, “hurry up, get your bits, then you’re out”
i don’t know that yute, i don’t chat to the don
get you rammed off your bike, then we jack your sur+ron
yeah, you got a lot talk, but you ain’t actually on
i went to check up on the hotters, it was actually gone
[verse 4: rm]
i just copped two glee’s through crypto
bait face, still slap corn through the window
don’t chat, but the bando’s and my stick goes
i was broke, now there’s four pipes in my whip, bro
bulletproof vest on my top, might look funny
twenty bags down, caught that on the run money
i can your door gripped for a fast car
get your whip tracked, tryna act like a trapstar

[verse 5: trizz]
if the feds t+pack, well then, it’s a disaster
ot, broski, i had to kick in a astra
i knew there was crop and had to find an extractor
i knew he was gon’ lie, i didn’t even wan’ ask her
my young boy keeps on slappin’ the nitties
i’m ringin’ his phone, like, “stop bein’ a bully”
i heard the other shotter just got chased by a cat
i’m laughin’ in the bando, like, “he must be a p+ssy”

[verse 6: rm]
you hit moves in the new shape dingers
had to drive on the curb to escape the stingers
dumb feds tryna take mans pictures
if i see opps, i’ma leave man injured
touch my chain, you can see the chrome fire
hate blowin’ chase when i got bold tires
how you talkin’ ’bout straps and you l!ck moves?
i ain’t f+ckin’ with him, he’s a known liar
[verse 7: trizz & rm]
gregg wants two and steve wants three white
give him a set, he’ll be there on the e+bike
i couldn’t count the rocks in the dark, i need the street light
dishin’ out the band, but we ain’t havin’ a street fight
f+ck a street fight, we ain’t havin’ no straight ones
nitty pulled up, tried sell me his trainers
paint up ur house, put your snow decoration
feds hit my gaff, put the waps at my neighbours

- rm uk trizz uk lyrics

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