Gunplay

Текст песни Merky Ace - Gunplay

Gunplay LyricsYeah, push it in your abdo
When I've got the stay low rambo
Leave white tees looking like a fresh plate of spag bol
When I'm with F-, dun know
If I ain't, don't think that you're safe, get tango
Headshot, you will need more than Calpol, straight
Get into beef more time, it's great
I'll take on thirty man with eight
I'm beefing olders I used to rate
Dumb breddas been washed up since '08
Been on the roads, bare face dem bait
They've been at home doing [?]
I'm the youngest older on my estate
Surrounded by Gs that are not my age
My story's fucked, can't turn that page
Every time I do, I get put in rage
I cause damage
I'll leave man slumped in his own ride
Don't think you're bad in the driver's side
I'll smash man's head off the driver's side, beep
You know what it's like
FT all day, I ain't tryna do time
Bally on my face and it's late night
You'll be praying to the Lord for the light
Man up
If you wanna talk to the ACE, put your hand up
When FT come through, you better stand up, if not, get tan up
See me with the spinner and your clart's getting span up
Told man already they can't bad badman up
Gyal wanna run me down to get grab up
They want me to line it up and then ram up
Pull their hair and arch their back up
That's dead, man shut that down
Fuck a bitch if she ain't got a crown
Shot food that my uncle cut down
Maximise profit and break that down
When F- spins round, you'll hear a loud sound
Say no more, let me hold it down
If you try fuck with the Gs in a war
Then you'll find out what I'm talking about
Told that ting don't take off her clothes
There's no need, just open your mouth
Ain't got time to be wasting, no
Sleep's for the wicked, do not doubt
I'm surrounded by sticks and Os
If there's a problem, I sort that out
Spit that real, you're a metaphor clown
Fuck a metaphor, I'll kick it all down
Get out
We don't wanna hear what you're saying, you're deadout
First gear, jet out
Second gear, speed up, third gear, gone
Chasing paper with the Queen on
Is what I do till the sunlight's gone
And I'll do that till it comes back up
'Cause if it ain't paper then it is long
Don't try come with no funny man stuff
Because I will show you you are not strong
Don't care how much weight you put on
'Cause I've got something that will leave man gone
No lies, their noses Pinnochio long
[?] nuttin' goes wrong
Jakes wanna cage me like King Kong
But I still creep through the hood where I'm from
Man are badman, I never went prom
Are you mad?
Know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Get thumped in the mouth, you'll be holding your lip
And if that's not enough, get the whole of the clip
Fuck holding your ribs
Shell a pagan's headback, leave him ghosting
Make him shake, that's the wickedest thing
Make him froth at the mouth and shit
Out of a bag
Can't educate Merky about dirt
12 till 6, I be putting in work
Trap all night doing shifts with Splurt
6 till 12, that's trap all day
Bally on my face, that's beds I made
But know what it is when you see my face
Curl up, scar up, long time pain
Straight out of Lewisham, not from Wools
Call me a handyman, I've got tools
Some of them are big and some are quite small
Make you a myth just like Ja Rule
Last year, I thought that I would be cool
And put a likkle man on a pedestal
But you won't get a rematch and a sequel
So you better pray that you do not fall
'Cause we're totally different
I make tunes and everybody listens
I've never been a slave to the system
My flow's dirty just like a cistern
Spit big bars, get a reload instant
Know a couple geezers and I ring them
Tell 'em how much I want
And they bring them