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behind barz - ofb lyrics

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[intro: headie one & rv]
one
rv
headie one
starish ent
ofb
drillers and trappers mixtape out now, itunes, spotify, go grab that
free all the g-g’s
free the mandem
link up tv behind barz
17
one
the realist
tottenham

[verse 1: rv]
i’m a savage
had a chance to k!ll rv but he panicked
pulled out a burner on me
but he couldn’t slap it
either that ‘ting was a rebore or i did magic
but right now everything tragic
my retaliation rate is rapid (one)
anytime i get that drop
step ’round there with that mop
mum saw me leave my yard with my mask on, she asked when will it stop?
and i told her never
out here applying that pressure
real gun driller, no trevor
bag full of bells and it’s looking like treasure

[verse 2: headie one]
link for the am on the east and i’m on the way back with the mitch-lls, no peggy (peggy)
90 in the m’s for the readdies, invest in a speshy (speshy)
headie one trying to roll on that land like kelly
we was doing anything green get sh-lly
still do it like i did it with tug o war (shook)
bad b come to the niz for the d, we ain’t gotta go potters bar
two hands on a hefty, freeze, all i gotta do is lock my arms
we was 16 when we had the opp block looking like tour de france
-ssist bro like a through ball
i done it and i left no trace, that’s why they think i do juju

[verse 3: rv]
feds said i can’t be with headz; this is my freedom i’m risking
big rambo or the flick ‘ting
or i’ll take knife from the kitchen (one)
tryna grab that yute i’ve been itching
wet man’s throat like he’s drinking (ay)
no immigration, i’ll dip him
they love me in tottenham like chick king
.44 long holds six in
put tools in the ride and drive like something needs fixing
rv, i’ve never been a victim
try run up on gang, what the f-ck were they thinking? (one)
shh beat corn out the whip and they all blew on some crip ting

[verse 4: headie one]
weighing up all these grams, and i ain’t needing no ruler
gone half a day in the t’ and i’m feeling like could’ve brought the re back sooner
all this n-gg- know is money, port land doing drug deals and jummah
how many times did i run up in cells and have to get man down with the tuna? (get him down)
real gunners in my hood, i’ll say that with my chest that’s without the puma (aye)
i can’t have beef with these losers
i’m really out here needing new bells for this luger
them man need a computer
they want me-, they want me in court again going at it again with a prosecutor

[verse 5: rv]
f-ck all of my opps, man i can’t wait till we link up
shoot on your block with the canon but i never came there with link up
don’t involve my name with no mix-up
pole on my waist, got my ‘ting tucked
have your mum putting flower by your grave while pouring that liquor like she waved that drink up
stepped in holding my burner, looking like statue of liberty
feds want this rapper in the bin, but i can’t let them litter me
i get sh-t popping
when i was on the wing like robben
chef one yout’ in his face, now he’s got a scar like ribery

[verse 6: headie one]
i’m really taking these risks
that’s nothing but latex from my fingertips to my wrist
think everything crisp ’til i’m running that down tryna give him this ching
lean out the ride trying to spray man’s head back like i just finished his trim
all those times i came to induction, i pray to the lord i was bringing this wing
still got my jail shank, that have been in the gym
and i can tell you about the maddest of losses
i put all of my bread in the t’, and i had 70p in my pocket
my nose blocked from coughing
i spent that last change there on lockets

[verse 7: rv]
bruck down vauxhall or mazda
bag full of sh-lls, not pasta
all of this gun smoke, i think it’s affecting my asthma
i got two of each cause the food was cheap like asda
i got keeping making these sales, i trap like my line’s got cancer
food’s not dead like whitney or bobby, got kim k or kanye west
you ain’t take a loss when you been up conny, then you ain’t had a hard days yet
young g’s in the ride with the shotty—they ain’t even p-ssed their test
had all these opp boys keep running from me, it’s a shame you ain’t fast as ‘dem

[verse 8: headie one]
they said i’m stepping out farm that’s nonsense
headie one been on that block in my sliders, air force, air max, jordans
moretime headie one gripping on spinners and dottys and autos and choppers
you can’t afford to see man in a bruck down focus
my little n-gg-‘s got an obsession with pokings
six man with their shanks out, got the gang looking like logan
these n-gg-s know my head back good and i can leave your head back open
them man are snakes, man are cobras
interview rooms like their singing along to frozen

[outro: rv & headie one]
normal
drillers and trappers out now
jugg out now
favourite rapper’s favourite rappers
f-ck the opps
one

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