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put in a spliff - ct (17) lyrics

[intro: yr]
this was cold renzo
this was cold renzo
i’m running down ic3s and ic2s and ic1s
he grips ramzs’, i hold this bluff
tinted whips and we lurk with guns
i’m running down*

[chorus: yr]
i’m running down ic3s and ic2s and ic1s
he grips ramzs’, i hold this bluff
tinted whips and we lurk with guns
i swing my shank tryna puncture lungs
man ct step in and bang that one
talk on my name, but you’ll soon get bun
ondrills is a p*ssy, he runs with guns

[verse 1: rk]
rk i’m a crazy guy (too tapped)
and nuttin’ ain’t changed, i’m active
i was crashing corn in h and y
i don’t do all the talking hard
yg’s from the ‘narm, yeah i hate them guys (c way, c way)
like rash, got more than a scratch, but chats
like, how can you rate them guys?
the mandem still taking lives
me and bro side to side just waving knifes
the whole gang’s been holding vios
oi, i don’t wanna start naming guys (some neeks)
i swear down i’m beefing the lamest guys (some bums)
and i know one ting from ends
that gives ten*ten but she don’t take pipe (no way)
ik chinged him, not your asian type
free k1, love painting guys (free bro)
oi, real recognised real no cap
so i can’t entertain them guys (no cap)
and me and bro stepped up on your pavements
clocked faces, now we’re chasing guys (stop running)
and i’m known for hurting n*ggas
so some might call me the racist type
but oh well, still aim this knife
free bro on the wing just wasting time (free bro, free bro, free bro)
[verse 2: ikizzle]
no one went back when he wasted his life
two 4’s on the road gonna grip this knife
say you’re on me, man you’re smoking spice
i’m tired of kitties saying “come outside”
ocean try one, go work then fry
i’m taking the p*ss cah’ opps love lie (rako)
osav with the zombie knife
oh lard, shoulda’ seen the look in his eyes (eurgh)
give him two in his back or ribs, anywhere, little man firm it
i beg man come to the district, no kidding, my shank gave curtains
i got mummys, all hurting
show how we chinged cah’ his man keeps twerking (ahh)
five man deep on your block, yeah we’re lurking
man’s in the t, no kermit
bando baby, straight cash we’re earning
live’o anywhere when i done that purging (eurgh)
my man throwing up k’s in pics
so i know it’s him, for certain (zoot)
three double o we’ll skrr it on the opp block
tryna mash that work in (skrr)
put six feet, we’re dirting
start at twenty, the opps start burning, hurting

[verse 3: sface]
bugsy run off and left his brudda (nyoom)
like how can you talk on gang?
numerous times when i raised this cutter (ching ching)
and blood’s been spilled on the shank
and a man don’t trip, don’t run, don’t stagger (stagger)
if i swing my shank you’re done
free r9, giving out dangerous cheffers (free bro)
truesay i got love for my batch
back of the ped, stick and move (bow)
who’s that, what’s that approach that yute (uh?)
hop out the ride and spill that juice (ching)
two rambos get split in two
swing my shank, and make man move
them boy don’t know a clue
[verse 4: yr]
skid round with some violent stuff (go there)
like that was the opps them capping
it was no cap when shh got touched (no cap, yk, haha)
and lemme not talk about jaysav
he was no “sav” when he got touched (no sav)
like last time i saw them man
they ran like forest just stepped in gump (leggy)
please don’t trip, get bun like sun
like, why you think bro is hated
he’s been there tryna smoke mans lung (he’s been there)
on opp blocks, like “please don’t run”
caught that yute in front of his mum (ching, ching)
and, the crime scene was left messy
civilians wiped, kept stepping in blood (eurgh)
and, the crime scene was left messy
civilians wiped, kept stepping in blood (eurgh)
step round there with a shh
tryna catch man up, and early
then in the bando, breaking bricks, my armpit’s sweating
my socks them dirty, do man dirty (yuck)
buss in her mouth, she’s looking thirsty
jump in the field, live’o get purgey
fresh home from a f*cking birdie
buss them doors, i’ll chat like shirley
[verse 5: snoopy]
first in the field tryna find where they camp (where they at?)
anything go, tryna turn man pack (bow)
two man step on your estate, we don’t see no one (no)
man they’re all just hiding (hiding)
i guess they’re frightened
waps and smoke, we pull up, they man run (bow)
but the corn’s due to get bussed (bow)
better run like usain bolt (don’t run)
and hope, have luck that you don’t get bun
man step with certified chingers (chingers)
they’ll leave man dripping (splash)
oh sh*t, the opps they gets
buss that spinner, cah’ we left man swimming (swim, swim)
why the opps they lie on we?
we get ’round there tryna bun these neeks (bow)
and how many times, bro, did it in dust and left man leaking (splashers)
man’s out on the train, what’s goodie?
tell the opps boys “come buck me”
man i bucked my bros at woody (woody)
get round there man’s bussed up fully (fully)
the opps them panic and hide in blocks
when the rambos get backed out (some p*ssies)
i really shoulda put him on itv
that’s another mummy crying (ah)
and how many man you’ve lost in your batch?
i swear down it was like five? (haha)
they all in this pack
i’m smoking on jay and y, got me fried, f*ck
them guys (f*ck them)
i’m smoking on jay and y, got me fried, f*ck
them guys (f*ck them)

[verse 6: kdot]
bis got put in a spliff (pack)
jaysav got put in a spliff (pack)
chak got put in a spliff (pack)
latz got put in a spliff (pack)
yk got put in a spliff
sh*t, my grinder’s moving stiff (pack)
step on their block tryna sauce my kitch
still i can’t find these kids (runners)
swing these shanks no gimmicks
buck this back, tryna hope they sprint (dasheds)
[?] don’t care, still rip it
test [?] on kids with the black blade twins (ching)
don’t know how they talk about drillings
they ain’t got bread to rise up no things (no cash)
bro said “let’s jump in the dings”
suttin’ got cheffed, no barbecue wings
i was in the shop tryna buy some rizz when i heard bisky grew a pair of wings (up there)
done it outside of my old house when i try put dopey on a ching (splash)
bro sit there in the ding*dong
said dot*dot made the shoulder fling (bow)
sweet one, might keep my shank locked
if i say “ay, what?” can you hold this ting?
i don’t know how the opp boys chatting
the mandem savage, that’s [?] stabbings

[chorus: yr]
i’m running down ic3s and ic2s and ic1s (all colours)
he grips ramzs’, i hold this bluff
tinted whips and we lurk with guns (go there)
i swing my shank tryna puncture lungs
man ct step in and bang that one
talk on my name, but you’ll soon get bun
ondrills is a p*ssy, he runs with guns (leggy)
ondrills is a p*ssy, he runs with guns (notes)
i’m running down ic3s and ic2s and ic1s (all colours)
he grips ramzs’, i hold this bluff
tinted whips and we lurk with guns (bow)
i swing my shank tryna puncture lungs
man ct step in and bang that one (they know)
man ct step in and bang that one

- ct 17 lyrics

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