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unmuted - ab hammerville lyrics

[chorus]
you don’t drill you just rap that genre
when you could’ve just sang that chorus
interview room they was doing up opera
them man there pretty good talkers
but i’m still tryna clart no bomba
and ever since my mans absence
their hearts never did grow fonder
from this beef you’re an absconder
its funny how the opps just die
i ain’t talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder
can’t leave no food in the crib
prolly go stick that sh*t in a honda
i’m in the trap with the chicken
the white is kicking i call it ronda
[verse 1]
i’ve got a lot of bread in pink
but most of my breads in violet
look i was in jail doing drones
and i know you don’t know about pilots
why you gotta talk so violеnt (why)
when i know you don’t know about violence
you ain’t nеver screwed on a m*ffler (never)
and thought lemme do it in silence (shh shh)
i didn’t go school and i won’t go court
all i ever knew was skive
and this wap don’t know about sun down
all it ever knew was rise (rise it up)
i tell you the truth they don’t know bout truth
cah all he ever did was lie (lying)
and that f*cker didn’t mash no work anyway
so all he ever did was die
if you wanna fork that bread in
just know you gotta fork that bread out
stuck in the trap like a dead mouse
tryna knock all them zeds out
i’m stuck in the trap with this white girl
like daniel kaluuya
no it is not that movie
i know its a trap i gotta get out
but i can’t cause i’m non stop riding
and i’m filled with so much anger
and this ain’t no banter
i’ll crash and check if he’s dead like sanka (popop pow)
being dead won’t suit him
poisonous mind like vladimir putin
opp block settings with my wap
and trust man glad*imir boot him
[chorus]
you don’t drill you just rap that genre
when you could’ve just sang that chorus
interview room they was doing up opera
them man there pretty good talkers
but i’m still tryna clart no bomba
and ever since my mans absence
their hearts never did grow fonder
from this beef you’re an absconder
its funny how the opps just die
i ain’t talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder
can’t leave no food in the crib
prolly go stick that sh*t in a honda
i’m in the trap with the chicken
the white is kicking i call it ronda

[verse 2]
ab stepped outta the slammer
come like thor the way i missed my hammer
that’s no more drive*bys
pull up and park that sh*t like manor (park that up)
your stick don’t fire
come like maya the way its a jama
as if you don’t know i’m a tanner
and you ain’t got a bell to your name like anna (no you don’t)
they thought that i’d never land like peter
pan full of crack on top of the heater
wonder how folding a monkey talks
cobra sh*t i mean caesar
ab i been doing up dealer
all on my jones catherine zeta
drill or trap you ain’t doing up neither
this b*tch keeps giving me face (slop that sh*t)
even though i do it like tay*k
bust my nut and i’m doing the race (neow)
still let it rip like beyblade
grip that boot fill it with lace (fill that up)
still get round the same way
anything gate i’m doing it bait
interview room i ain’t saying no names (no comment)
k!lling off dark like stephen lawrence (k!lling that sh*t)
if you know where a paigon lives bro
stick that crib in the comments
make the young g’s grab that stab that
add that name to your bio
or i might cruise like tayo
wallahi adeen can’t sleep on a vio
[chorus]
you don’t drill you just rap that genre
when you could’ve just sang that chorus
interview room they was doing up opera
them man there pretty good talkers
but i’m still tryna clart no bomba
and ever since my mans absence
their hearts never did grow fonder
from this beef you’re an absconder
its funny how the opps just die
i ain’t talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder
can’t leave no food in the crib
prolly go stick that sh*t in a honda
i’m in the trap with the chicken
the white is kicking i call it ronda

- ab hammerville lyrics

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