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no pulse - broadday lyrics

[intro]
emerald
luca on the track

[verse 1]
2 tech 9’s parked up at robert’s street, parked up waiting to spot a g
i ain’t seen one guy from one side, they aren’t outside and it’s starting to bother me
i been there before this ain’t no tour, imma jump out do a man properly
still go to the shh trying to catch me a shh
imma shooter no body is stopping me
mizz got cheffed till he had no pulse
culps got cheffed till he had no pulse
gucc’ got bun till he had no pulse
all the gang do is turn man ghost
smiley died and it left man cold
oi hitman bring that pole
cumbo or the waters is where wе’re going
one in the hеad for the fish patrolling
gunna with the handting that’s no joke
like yevz with a black*blade or rambo
they got no heart, pull up and rass
make the shotgun blast just like tango
no warning, get toast
queens or peck just give me the lo’
free m1, free s and s cah a boy turned ghost and it weren’t they’re fault
qc that’s a jumpy place cah they run and jump when we swing our blades
everybody in the ride so patient, bally so tight i can’t feel my face
2 sticks in the car just waiting, g17 and a brand new trey
ur*ha driver slow down it’s a bit too late
[verse 2]
if i get that drop i’ll grab my glock and manage the squad like jurgen klopp
if i get that drop i’ll spin that ride and fling out bine till a heartbeat stops
everyone got drills no guns, go stuff a clip with emerald cuts
you know me i leave black blades in guts, then go f*ck gyal with brazilian b*tts
i’ll hop out the car if i see any opps, hop out aim it make guns buss
hope i get bodies tuna and [?]
putting chinx on the news that sh*t is a must
sending hits won’t stop my heart, but it might make the charts
it’s war if you beef the zart, put the glee on burst and make it blast
jakes take me you know i had to keep it calm, the way they dragged me out of the car
you would’ve thought i got nicked for a terrorist charge
i glad allah blessed me with a chance
back in the station i got bare nickings
they say i’m behind bare k!llings
somebody around here is singing
like this is a film

[verse 3]
free swavey, free suspect because of them savages i didn’t get bail
it’s mad how i linked my k!llies in jail
heard (lolo) died, i laughed in my cell
hurricane’s lucky he got into pt
he coulda joined lolo up on my tv
all that work i made him bare speedy
tunas dead i needed some keke
big flex on the road, big flex in jail, high profile member i didn’t get bail
used to rock with shh
but that sh*t sealed
i didn’t conspire, i did not sell
i can’t rap bout hoes, i can rap bout o’s
hot as h*ll so i came with the snow
can’t rap bout crow, i can rap bout dough
hands on with the hottie it’s moving slow
destined for greatness go around fatless
shootings, stabbings daily
out here i done bare [?]
they don’t understand, coz’ i don’t explain it
hot summers but i made it rain
till he saw me with the bruckshot, i kept that way
110 on the m, i’m switching lane
out here, no what you sign up for
get life for a body, get nicked with a wap that ap four
yevz done his sentence the judge called him in then gave him more
some do their bird
some man complain
some get some money
some go insane
some go to the dock and look at their cody and give them the blame
mad, that could never be me
ride for a, that’s me
drill for the team, that’s me
do jail for the team, that’s me
if you can’t then you can’t be me
he’s talking greaze but he’s on licence
say what i live you can go ask trident
nicked for a madness and i kept it silent
been top striker but i’m still riding
treat my gun like a p*ssy i keep on c*cking
you can lose your life, g you ain’t on nothing
i don’t smoke loud, dead opps got me coughing
sb soon get put in a coffin
he sent for me now he’s on my list
bout i rid volvo you ain’t on p*ss
your brothers a dad but you ain’t on sh*t
you ain’t got hitters so why send hits?
got snaked in jail but they don’t know the half
they started war with a psychopath
now they gotta deal with the aftermath
any mp yute i’ll dice in half
[outro]
i’m back on my sh*t
lacking get shot
lacking get stabbed
lacking get kidnapped, p*ssy
free the rest of my team
agb, hrb you know the ting

- broadday lyrics

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