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no hook (part 1) - 706 lyrics

[verse 1: mr g]

still post on the f
from the light to the dark no pebs
or i do the night shift, no sweat
whole team move mentz
talkin’ ’bout pounds not pence
if it’s beef straight l!cking off heads
still ducking from feds
f*ck them free all my friends
how long i been doing up pents?
skrr skrr from the ends
me and bro clutched in a benz
on a wave cah i’m l!cked off the leng
gimmie no chat
please don’t gimmie no chat
i been doing this way before rap
just doing up flats
chilling with fiends and rats
2 packs opposites contrast
do it all for the cash
bro did it all for the waps and
i was out there tryna let it
tryna hit him in his back
really tryna skid it and crash
i just really want them lizzy and thе bands
i’m a militant man
do him up diligent fam
but the fl!cky catch a dip of your man
got a vigilant nank
soon as they see thеn they ran
cus you know that i’m mean with the shank
been in the trap
stepped out reeking of crack
now the dot dot lean when it slaps
got a peak impact
don’t get left leaking with that
get like the beat when i rap
nike air max on my feet i’m stepping
air force one just to kick man’s head in
tryin not to skeng i ain’t seen no skenging
back out the…and delete their bredrin
don’t talk too much
smokey roll with things and stuff
pocket rocket ‘ead get bust
make a man gun lean like russ
do man dirty just for fun
how much time these yutes ‘gon run
i might dip him with a gorgeous one
make a mumzy lose her son
k.d.s since day that’s bro
chef man down bait face, main road
free recall fam he loves his poke
who got shh shh down, who knows?
hold up wait like yo, what the f*ck?
how’s this p*ssy talking bare crud?
why’s he mentz, i swear he moves nuts
chef man down he’s tryna rip guts
these yutes get nanked and sent home on bus
don’t come back to rochdale you punks
sb’s moist, looks like a bum
renzo too, go suck your mum
one gun lean i swear they’re all done
shame i can’t catch up to these c*nts
? got down sh and sh
now these feds all on me for guns
told these yutes i do this for fun
smokey pull up everyone run
every single time that ‘dem boy chat sh*t
back them sticks on 7 or 1
[verse 2: twinny]
it’s twinny
catch with koko, little bit loco
hand on blade for my solo
failed estate don’t go there
failed estate be a no go
love for my boys no h0m*
picky with sh*ts no photos
when you know bare inboxes
bare paper, wanna take pics with the bro bros
wanna take piccies, gally want quickies
i just wanna bill my spliffy
you know both twins get dippy
i just want lizzy
two two drinks in the english chippy
they move like kitty
ringing a number for dirt, nitty
them boy silly, come to my block it’s tricky
one wrong turn it’s sticky
it can get sticky lad don’t come to the b*tch you spaz
they say 20 odd mandem, stupid men just wait til you meet my pals
how many times have we banged ’em
they don’t know about gangdem
pulled up grabbed them
they think that the boys won’t have them
talking ’bout shh and the young g’s ran dem
3 hood madmen
that man there had a bat to his head three times
cus he don’t pay ticks little smackhead
but he don’t care that it happened
feds don’t care if we whack dem
they just put us in a cell, they’re laughing
we’re gone, they’re still grafting
they snitched little sneaky b*st*rd
i still walk on the roads
kittys on the low
lowkey doe
none of these big man touch me doe
took his dough
ate with bro
big sh*lls come like toffee doe
free my guys soon walk through doe
talk dem
not talk me doe
soak dem
with no keyholes(?)
caught dem, with no pay doe
twinny a day ? he’s growing
bro’s involved lemme split dis doe
10 10 dog let me hit dis bro
backstrap crow
bizzy with snow
still get yakked for the lizzy you dope
some man say that twinny will blow
ask bro if twinny will blow
[verse 3: mrass]
shh
mrass
everybody know man a gunman
everybody know man done dat
do up the hood man done dat
drill up the road man done dat
step ‘pon road wit a bruck back
gon tek walk wit a pumpy
don’t come war, you don’ wan’ pop
somebody haffi’ get gunshot
all of da gal’dem love me
just work work work like ri*ri
big back ting from banbury
any opp block man comfy
back out the fl!cky get busy
mash up a opp boy, lovely
gon tek walk wit a pumpy
lean and bop with the pokie
smokey, smokey
know man bop with the pokie
gun tap gun tap, pokie
gun tap gun tap, ‘lowe me
all of the gal’dem love me
gun tap gun tap, ‘lowe me
all of the gal’dem know me

- 706 lyrics

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