The Cold Room - S2-E8

Текст песни Billy Billions - The Cold Room - S2-E8

It was me that splashed my man in the head
And I did that shit for the gang
It was me that stayed when everyone ran
On God just me and my ramz
Me that put all my faith in the big ting
Slapped it on burst she jammed
Me that picked up all of the pieces
Got us a plug and a plan
Pack out the dings when we vamping
No camping gang's looking for blood
Right out the whip crash landing
Opp clamping, no stopping the thugs
Aim for the head no chancing
Corn planting, left stuck in the mud
Block off the road gang flanking
Side by side man's killing for love
Opps are bad for the net
I bad for the set, they ain't badder than Tally
Call my girl for the ting clip filled to the brim
Then I gave it to Stally
I sighted a yute in my spot
He was giving out rocks, he got done in the alley
Man know I'm a fucking movie star,
Still gotta pop doors no bally
When we rev better run from the bells of the Wesson
Try to give the MC a blessing
Extended clips hanging out of the weapons,
Rinse this clip two seconds
Everyone dead if man feel threatened,
Silence the lambs I'm a shepherd
Still swing this sword with grace and tekkers,
Stop when limbs get severed
I can tell if you step in this car and you frightened
I really showed you 'bout thunder and lightning
Stick and the whistle, I keep 'em united
With the sub on auto, I cause a crisis
Nothing but volks and natural badness
Same way I screw face the mugshot
Is the same way that you pose for the cameras
Yo bro better pay that ransom,
True say I heard he's an old school gangster
Know say we good with disposal
You ain't gonna end up on the Evening Standard
This tally one good with concealing
She don't even she delivering bricks
I ain't with the pointless revealing
Gang got glizzies equipped with the switch
Bro - Bro said he driving, I'm squeezing,
Fill up the clips let's light up the pitch
Even if man get indicted, know say the truth ain't leaving my lips
I buss my gun for my people
Your favourite rapper so deceitful
Bitch I'm known to keep it gleefull
Dirty Harry hexahedral
Really ready for the drama
I can be your nigga's karma
.762 piranhas
Tear straight through your armors
If the price is right
I can't even hold a stop, know they want a driller locked
Dirty hammer getting swapped, 12 gauge getting chopped
I got summoned to the dock, cause a nigga got shot
Five quid on the Glock, five bills on the dock
Five bricks on my arm, I told the plug it's not enough
Bitch I came up from the Holly, we them diamonds in the rough
Put the 'matics in the trolley, we gon' turn the city up
You ain't even got a body, how you plan on beefing us?
How you plan on maintain when you keep the lead raining?
Ride spree all day, I've had military training
Even when the roads flaming, angles, new straining
Even when my heart's racing, attitude still still brazen