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wood green – just getting started lyrics

[intro: ydot]
gang, gang, gang
22 to try rap
beats by yamaica productions baby
boom, bow
alladat, alladat
n+ggas know
f+ck the opps
f+ck them

[verse 1: ydot]
came to the strip, everyone run
2’s in the whip live corn in the gun tell a boy don’t slip
i ain’t tryna kick down mums
kick down doors man kick down punks
i ain’t tryna run a man down
so i roll with the ting that’ll make a man jump
rass them buds, man i love rass them buds
for my bros in the can, free r’s
n+ggas want war, pull up on the 7 that’s skengs in cars
n0body move or you’re gon’ get rass
n0body move or they’re gon’ get clart (clart)
i’m with the bomba, i’m with the rass
everyone rapping about “4 doors” but they ain’t got cars
send him upsuh, send him upsuh, send him upsuh
with food and packs that’s a whole load of cash when bro comes back
me, i love my young boy ragz
po ten toes and back, farm tеn toes and back
yeah my young boys therе don’t lack
skrr round in a ding+dong with a ching+chong
lemme see an opp boy there lack
wholla’ ramz and knives but everyone (everyone)
everyone, everyone knows dipdat
gmadz so mad he’ll do it on the mains and dash (dash)
i remember that day on the block when madz came back with that bag
dotty come long like lampz, dotty come long like lampz
lucky my man, done all the chat
cah’ my man woulda got whacked (got whacked)
pull up on the a then whack, pull up on the lane then whack
them manna’ chat wass (wassy)
“anything green get bun”? but none of my g’s been clapped (none of my g’s)
2’s to the world and back, 2’s to the world and back (2’s, 2’s)
got the opp thots, gassed on the opp block
tryna see an opp get slapped
got the opp thots, gassed, gassed on the opp block
tryna see an opp get slapped
tryna see an opp get slapped
[verse 2: lil sav]
they chill in the room with gang (gang)
the roommate smelling of lead
the room there stinks of the amm (ammo)
my 30s we trap and we bang (bang)
f+ck a 125, 390 doing up speed it’s mad (mazza)
and it’s doing up speed on the opp block
me on the back, telling bro “don’t crash” (don’t f+cking crash)
pull up, pause on an opp estate watch the boy dash (dasheen)
he was jumping out bus windows
now he’s looking in vids tryna act all gassed (remember?)
man wanna take vids? so we skrred round there
smoke keys in the bag
2 shots in the dots, and it’s ready to buss out ammi
in the bag (bow)

[bridge: lil sav]
on tops by feds get sticky like [?]
opps too chatty too chatty like f+ck them
opps too chatty too chatty ’till we buck them
ain’t done rides around here tryna buck dem
put work on his chest like bench press
moretime, f+ck them
put my phone for a ben10
got a ben10, got a ben10 (bow)
[verse 3: yk]
[?] rambo run to my word to my darg i run from the [?]
my shank got nicked and i slipped for a bit
now i’m back on my sh+t what’s done (what’s done)
i didn’t say sh+t but they’re taking the p+ss
now i’m coming like “what are you on?” (what are you on?)
went o for a bit tryna stack up my sh+t
now i’m back it’s the block that i’m on
if i call up a b+tch and she comes to my crib
best know that she’s sucking this d+ck (this d+ck)
keeps talking this sh+t but he comes to my bits
but word you ain’t touched my clip (my clip)
and word you ain’t touched this sh+t
i got ot with the dark and the light
7 hours on the [?] sh+t (o sh+t)
touch down and stay for a bit
i’m occupied either bussing sh+ts or cutting up bits in cling
come back with a plate and drink (drink)
with a blunt in my mouth i think (think)
like a 50 bag moves a drink
got me lurking around for a link (link)
like i want a million things
my mum wants me to get that, drop that
well done if you fry this ting
you don’t go work and you don’t get gwop
that work that will fry your ting
it’s her when my phone rings
she’s been on me for long
bb days it was her when my phone pinged (it pibged)
i heard all you n+ggas are shook
cah you know that all my n+gga’s are on things (gang)
[verse 4: voltz]
blacked out whips, teared out windows (skrr)
tell your mate “don’t lack”
n+ggas on that case, on that case but you know we don’t chat (no chat)
h+lla b+tches [?] cah’ they were baiting out trap
h+lla money on my mind so i run into the trap
so i run into the trap
break down grub in my room, so my rooms all smelly (stinks)
my dad just bussed up my room (frown)
he found a z and a readies (1 bill)
this b+tch want’ send me nudes
is it cah’ i got breadies?
i gotta stack till i stack to them moons
and still hit these bellies

- wood green lyrics

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