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trizzac - true lyrics

[intro]
srb separation confirmed (baap)
coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
(carns hill production, archer hill in this one)
trizzla

[verse 1]
nowadays it’s autos and hand tings, ‘017, me and kweng’ with the two+pop (baow)
whenever i’m steppin’ with my gloves and my weapon, i don’t care when i’m circlin’ who’s block (i don’t care)
in the bando doing up ratio, me and gang just chillin’ with two dots (twinnin’)
i need chunky t++th so when the wap here beats, i know the corn’s gonna chew opps (baap)
nah, nah jail never changed me (nah)
that day that we ran up in ++++ but we try do him like sully done jamie (ugh)
but he’s lucky that he weren’t at ++++ ’cause he woulda got slapped like a newborn baby (lucky)
if i rise this wap and slap, i ain’t gonna miss like a single lady (baap)
make them f+ggots swim, tom daly (baap, baap)
shots get sent like mail daily (yes), shots get slapped like gta
see all the verbal, i cba, i’ll step, that’s 10 minutes eta (i’ll be there)
whenever they see my face, i guarantee that they gon’ see my blade (they will)
and i don’t wanna hear that yute, that boy loves boots, that’s nuttin’ but pace
look, bro got the gadget like gogo, this with a pole, hole him like rolo (woo)
he try dash but he’s runnin’ in slow+mo (woo), ptsd when they see this volvo (woo, woo)
and when he turned pack, he was all over snap’ like he paid for promo
got my tool, i don’t care if you’re bolo, i ain’t usin’ my fist, ain’t gotta go dojo (i ain’t)

[chorus]
this year, they freed a lot of my members, i bet the crime rate goes through the roof
man step in 2s, that’s me and k2, machete’s in my moose, you know what we do (true)
it’s gang that erased their crew (that’s true), he ran off and left his boo (that’s true)
i was hungry so i sold food, tryna throw it back but i ain’t in the mood
this year, they freed a lot of my members, i bet the crime rate goes through the roof
man step in 2s, that’s me and k2, machete’s in my moose, you know what we do (true)
it’s gang that erased their crew (that’s true), he ran off and left his boo (that’s true)
i was hungry so i sold food, tryna throw it back but i ain’t in the mood
[verse 2]
even though that i’m a composer, doesn’t mean that i won’t hop in the rover (i will)
bro’s on the wheel and he’s doing up chauffeur
tracky not suit, ready to shoot, head tap like gta, game over
white, bro’s got bare like polar, coke got him in the can no cola (free the guys), pop out with the heat like toaster (baap)
we throw p’s like we’re givin’ to the junkies (pecknarm), when i’m round there i ain’t looking for bumpy
corn in his belly like he said he was hungry
he saw man and ran with his blade in his hand, like bro, do i look like a undie? (do i?)
got a call from v, he said he got the crocodile t++th, didn’t come from dundee (lovely)
ot rocks, that’s hard and lumpy
rough nights i’ve had in the trap (argh), rough nights i’ve had in the cell (argh)
i’m bangin’ the wall, ayy, ps, you know dst just came to the jail
armed jakes when i’m sleepin’, mornin’ or evenin’, the evidence peak, i ain’t gettin’ no bail
they put on their sirens, they knew we was ridin’, put it in sport ‘cah they’re on my tail (oh man)

[outro]
probation, don’t listen to anything i was sayin’, it’s all fabricated
yeah, it’s all lies, don’t verify anything, it’s just entertainment purposes
please, thank you
don’t recall me

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