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plugged out - abzsav lyrics

[intro]
i’m ’bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf*****
age 16, i was pedalbike gliding
age 17, i stepped with the nank
age 18 i stepped with the wap
age 19 i was counter attacking
tryna slap man, pack him and then dank him
elevate, this mix sounds mad

[verse 1]
2 man step, other side
tell him ‘grab him’ tell him ‘slap him’
or ‘ying him ’till we pack him’
he got caught in the mix, have to tape that scene
let it squeeze off the bike, i ain’t rampin’
m got cheffed in a link up, f*ck the drink ups
back my nank and yank him
if i shoot on the block like pressplay
best know, gang gang gonna bring back another package
madting, man can’t tolerate lacking
sadting, he ain’t riding, gotta sack him
gems, man got a red card
dem same little opp boys get red carded
the flight, the [?] tryna cancel them
that’s me and 6 0 on a ten toes ting
we’re rising two sticks, man grab a shooter
hop on the scooter, don’t need a tutor
man grab the star9 and grab the luger
they ain’t got no waps, they’re f*ckin’ losers
don’t rate their gang, so they need to use ’em
the other way round, got serious bootings
if you’re from the lane, go suck your mum
go suck your mum, like he said
bucked 2 times, weren’t down for the replay
all of this he say, she say, i say
i say we’re doing this my way
any vio, we’re not taking it lightly
handy handting and its comin’ in pricey
got my waistbag and its fittin’ in nicely
all my pagans sick of me, can’t get rid of me
foe like twerk like digga d
kiddin’ me, k!llin’ me, literally, differently
back my rambo show man about ability
[hook]
age 16, i was pedalbike gliding
age 17, i stepped with the nank
and age 18 i stepped with the wap
and age 19 i was counter attacking
tryna slap man, pack him and then dank him
you could’ve been a ghosty one, go
praise your lord and thank him
got h*lla sweets, man’s picking out randoms
[verse 2]
got h*lla fat corn for the ladbroke yutes
if i wasn’t in the can, could’ve been there too
got jakes at my door, what the f*ck did i do?
like ‘move, get the f*ck out my way, just move’
hold it in my hand, like hold it in my hand
i’ma be missin’ like madeline mccann
even in jail, got fans its mad
in the group, he’s inside their van
you scream ‘rip’ are you riding though?
pain in my heart, cah i lost some bros
we really got back, cah we’re violent, yo
sittin’ left back, dinner dish some smoke
f*ck the laners, yo
obba on us, so we gotta stay low
gbg, hit the nae nae bro
gbg, hit the nae nae bro
[outro]
come outside, they n*ggas say they g*ngb*ng
tell ’em ‘come outside’
they know where we are
rcg sh*t, free all my hitters
broad day sh*t, anywhere goes
bow

- abzsav lyrics

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