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shotty squad - dt (lth) lyrics

[intro: dt]
lt, shotty city, hammers for days
woi, woi
yeah, gang sh*t, all of that stuff, come come now, innit?
listen

[verse 1: dt]
first things first, why the opp block barbies?
attending the parties, it might get nasty
hop out the car seat, make corn round
but the [?] can’t take these shots like bacardi (hold that)
[?], can go for a swim get wet like punani (wet that)
wallahi, no fist fight, dip guys, i ain’t doin’ karate (no we ain’t)
we ain’t givin’ out drags like the covid vaccine
gang got toasters, f*ck up your arteries
sko’ on me, main road or the backstreet
g*check man, no he can’t walk past me (he can’t)
grab the dotts and fill it with two
and get your’ back shot like a dance in carni
your’ [?] girl suck d*ck no hands there
better than my brownskin barbie (ugh)

[verse 2: c1]
do*do it like muj start wavin’ the stick (wave it, wave it)
and like lati shavin’ a pr*ck (shave it)
f*ck fists, we’re cavin’ him in
locals, loco don’t play with the kid (don’t)
5 foot 3 that’s a little bit of me
make her tip*toe and sh*t, she’s a pretty little freak (little bad one)
i love slim, cah’ he just like me
bine the a, you best run like neenz (bow)
i ain’t into talkin’, all of that’s cheap
the bine ain’t cheap, this thing’s ain’t cheap (no)
ding*dong whip, pullin’ up to your’ feet (skrr, skrr)
stolen jeep, hold these sweets (grrr)
skittles, chew it, the gang ran through it
they know wagwan, we ain’t gotta’ go prove it (no we don’t)
rise up over there and shoot sh*t (baw*baw)
you don’t wanna’ see gangdem loose it
[verse 3: strikedat]
really in the pitch, trynna’ make a boy curl up (curl up)
curl up, curl up, quavers
best run when you see this stainless
lift up the toy and make a boy famous
cug, that’s creep up gang
clean up, gang we come armed and dangerous (creep up gang)
always itchin’ to graze guy’s legs
don’t get hit, these bells are contagious (bow*bow*bow)
all he wanted was a steak and rice
he couldn’t get that, now he’s [?] flavours (no he don’t)
the day we caught shiv was amazing
he lacked on the mains and got done with the shavers (p*ssies)
rose got slapped, kipz got slapped
reckz got slapped and got turned to flavours
the beef is intense, you know where the [?] is
creep up gang, wake up all the neighbours

[verse 4: slimz]
lt we don’t take no chat, why you think velli got slapped in the mainers (you know)
my opps don’t live what they rap, they chasin’ clout, they just wanna’ be famous
creep up, trynna’ smoke man out of their trainers
if you do run, it’s your’ back man’s aimin’ (don’t run)
broad day wettings and late*night shavings
free double s, turned solly to flavours
still step with my zk, f*ck a leg day (yes)
neckshot or i’ll do up his chestplate (ay ching that)
get that drop, bro bring out the sk
go to that block and shoot like pressplay (like pressplay)
you best run if you wan’ see the next day (best run)
f*ck the law, i don’t care what the m.e.t say (f*ck ’em)
got [?] respect [?]
opp block, trynna’ leave that with red tape
[verse 5: g41]
swing my arm it’s an attempted m (ay, ying it)
step with a vest, me and stew trynna’ aim for your’ chest
no drops, still step with the 4*s in the ratch’ (mhm)
.12 get’s stuffed and slapped on the regs’ (ay, slap that)
i don’t know for these uptop yutes
they did no drills, and their’ older’s dead (ay, love)
stegz got aired on the mains
head deuce, but he [?] some s*x
wano get’s taped on the regs’ (love)
5 got bun, but they try do legs (ay, love it)
cug when i step, but i get down for light and death (gid)
i ain’t trynna’ go out like reckz
how you put your’ trust in a man that’s dead? (love)
lt*s pull everything goes left

- dt lth lyrics

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