My Rambo got special powers wen I hit opp block is changing is cour

Stay Flee Get Lizzy feat. Fredo & Central Cee - Meant To Be

Clavish - Ages Ago

TRAUMATISED
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[Verse]
Uh, if boy'dem pull up, know I'm cutting first
I was upset when bro got first blood 'cause I tried cuttin' first
This white girl more than average, make my number jerk
These dotty pellets spread, that's worse than a fuckin' germ
Erm, what's gonna help me live my bestest life?
Money up, bestest times
Them times, bro was still alive
I know he's gone, but he's still that guy
I've seen man get shot and stabbed, never left me traumatizеd
Real niggas turnin' fake left mе more surprised
I'll air out man for Jung, he'll do the same for me, I love that guy
Bando settings with some digi' scales and number nine
If we put our phone on flight mode, we'll be done by nine
Music pays, it's kind of aight
I still want a shot of Miley Cy'
Huh, got Miley Cyrus, opp shots know my name
Not my real one, if they did, I prob' would've caught a case
I'm the hood's hottest topic, might end up on Hall Of Fame
Can't get my shank mixed up with bro's, me and him don't bore the same
I'm way too fly, even when I don't pack my bags, I'm board the plane
Dip game nine, don't believe me? Go ask what's his face
CCTV don't mean shit if you mask up properly, ayy
That's cap, got members with me put you in check if you don't move properly, ayy
I got a savage with me, turn shit ugly like some morning face
Big homie aim for chest and up, no feet like Tory Lanez
A paigon estate just got taped, no cap, I'm all to blame
Got haters 'round me, the more I better myself, the more they hate
No paigon ho can't look in my direction, walk my way
No opp boy cancelled plans that vid' still got recorded, ayy
Streets is fake, rap game worse, I don't even wanna participate
Me and Kodak Black alike, I don't even rap, I illustrate
Have you ever rode on the opps?
Scared face showin', "Please, don't shoot me"
I ain't taking check, better check your tone when you're chatting to me
Scrolling through Instagram, this one's the baddest cutie
But, if she ain't got more than ten put down, she can't be bad and bougie
Got TT cats, don't screw me
Can't say the same 'cause your ting meady
I made more money in jail than your boyfriend made on road, I ain't tryna be cheeky
Too much cats, I ain't tryna be greedy
Too much waps, I ain't tryna be swinging arms
Baby mum, don't leave me, so, scoring points is easy for me
Sometimes I wonder how much the yutes I beef wanna be me
All these bad bitches wanna beat me
Snakes dressed up as friends, wanna pree me
No cappin' man, believe me
Grew up in stolen cars
When we go on glides, we turn the headlights off so they know wagwan
Wagwan

Traumatised

NO DIFFERENCE
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[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference

[Verse 1]
Good food and be on time, that's how you keep it ringin'
Can't tell my nigga, "Chill," just gotta watch and keep on chingin'
Heard he's in jail for punchin' up and kickin' down his missus
Dick inside her somethin', that's the only time I'm beatin' women
When I die, my guys are liars if they don't say, "He the realest"
Go Dubai, put two racks aside, that's just for speedin' tickets
I can't lie, when my nigga died, that had me grievin' different
Stick my rambo in and out his chest and now he's breathin' different
Burn my nigga's bridge if he got nicked and turned to LMA
Keep it close, why? 'Cause on my block, we don't do MMA
Let me tell you one thing 'bout my hood, you can put in work today
But by tomorrow, nobody don't care 'cause that was yesterday
Feds on my B-A-C-K, don't wanna see me elevate
Bump into my paigons, tell me one time that I hesitated
Got love for Loops, why? For me, he done extra days
Got cousins that can't get a hear, I got more love for Destiny

[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference
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[Verse 2]
I've never seen your gun, you're always talkin' 'bout a scram
He never went on holiday, somehow, he's got a tan
I wasted credit on this girl when I was in the can
Had couple plans, came home just to find out that she's got a man
Damn, put my feelings to the side so I can work it better
Fifteen inch up in my palm, plus, I can work the presser
I should be gone and clear by the time they're freein' Terra
She gave me so much brain, I'm on the verge of bein' clever
Beat it better, I'll give it to S, loose, tap it, squeeze it better
I was locked up, from her, I didn't see a letter
I know I rap, but if I get a drop, I'm on whatever
She can get her makeup on my Calvin Klein, but not my sweater
Remember I was trappin', used to flex with my boss's cheddar
Money over bitches, you chase women, I chase mozzarella
But I got women that eat me and they wanna arch forever
They don't know that when I ride with mine, I hit the target hella

[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference

No Difference

THE JUNGLE FEAT. PRESSA
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I was in the jungle but someone put me where the city at
We spin around and go from block to block and see these caps
I know I'll make it but realise that half my city cap
Must be crazy, if niggas catch me lacking I'll be damned
Keep it going, see I've been setting bars they couldn't beat
It get annoying, the real don't give a fuck
Please don't ask me how its going
See I can't turn my back on my niggas who dodging warrant
This that love and love T, see this shit be so important
[Verse 1: Pressa]
.347, I only fuck with glizzy's, .23s and .27s
I was in the trap serving junkies, serving Kevin
Late night don't mean nun but where I'm from see I'm a lеgend
Police on my back, I hit the gas just likе the Chevron
Bitch I hit a left, hit a right then hit the exit
AMG Benz flying through the intersection
I ain't have shit in the trap, only had Netflix
Bitch they call me Pressa so she tried to impress me
Police want me locked up but first they gotta catch me
Smoking with a gun so we took him on a high speed
Wass see he go crazy with a gun, off molly
Nigga gon' be dead if a nigga try to try me
Bitch gon' end up dead if she ever try to line me
Bullets rip his face, I ain't fighting like Miyagi
Bitch we start a storm in the pot, real Tsunami

[Verse 2: Bandokay]
Its just a .38 cah if the Opps come, we gotta shell back
Pretty little bitch, I put my gun in her Chanel bag
I got love for the guys, see the ones that didn't help man
Double R cream seats, she wanna fuck, I tell her fuck me in the back then
Two pistols, one brown and one black skeng
I like spinners, I like Glock 9's, I really want a Mac-10
My nigga got life cos on he's knife he just splashed 10 (Free him)
And I like nina's and gold bells
And she a jezzie so I fuck her in the hotel
A nigga died, he got fried, I said "Oh well"
My pistols nearby, I can't lack up in this cold world
My YG's charged up, they're tryna go L, that's tat for tat
Two shotguns, they both blast off back to back
And you ain't like that so how you hit the booth and rap your cap
Shawty talk loads, she love to chat and chat
My nigga caught a body all for the gang

[Chorus]
I was in the jungle but someone put me where the city at
We spin around and go from block to block and see these caps
I know I'll make it but realise that half my city cap
Must be crazy, if niggas catch me lacking I'll be damned
Keep it going, see I've been setting bars they couldn't beat
It get annoying, the real don't give a fuck
Please don't ask me how its going
See I can't turn my back on my niggas who dodging warrant
This that love and love T, see this shit be so important

The Jungle

Act Right

CLICK OF MY FINGERS
#clavish #clickofmyfingers #rap #ukrap #rapgameawful #100mph #freestyle
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[Intro]
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
Yo

[Verse 1]
**** suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong, now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me no more, that's calm, it's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash chattin' 'bout wettings, now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new, I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop, I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from, I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo, I've won bigger awards like top goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage, unlimitеd linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat, I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchеstrated drills just with the click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for suckin', natural pattern, ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it, two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's, never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you two to do up the zippers
When bro got nicked for the M, I weren't involved and still got the shivers
No matter the time or weather, crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home, I don't know why her type's drug dealers and drillers
[Chorus]
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers

[Verse 2]
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard **** the baddest boy on the block, bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put on my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What happened when I caught **** slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys, still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're holdin' a mash for me, that's none of their business"

[Chorus]
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers

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