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strapped up - rm (uk) lyrics

[verse]
gang feds on my g’s cah they know i let it slap
strapped up for a curry, nah this ain’t just chat
if you saw what t had in the rucksack
behind scenes at my vids, coming like chiraq
stage two but i told man it hasn’t got a mac
f*ck feds, tea*pack, fam i cut through the gap
i’m a robber, not a shotter, i be like f*ck trap
i tried to whip two z’s but it never came back
so i roll with the mash, get robbed for your cash
crop door’s coming off, put the weed in the van
young brudda might give a man a nine for the bag
get caught with this wap fam, i ain’t getting tagged
act bad, got shot then he snitched on the guys
approach with caution, we’ve got sticks in the ride
tryna cop a hand ting with the switch on the sidе
so when i one*press that, fam it’s spitting out firе
no gloves, on my mom’s, how i grab that pole
clip’s done then my slide leans back like joe
touched my cuz in jail so i wrapped his bro
plus i took his rollie and copped straps with the dough
coulda spent five bags on a sick cuban
but my akh’s got the link for them big lugers
i love glocks but i still cop six shooters
slide out, me and trex on the quick supras
twenty*five on my wap, i soon save that bar
violate my cuz and he’ll shoot up the car
big t**th in the wap, can’t lose when i bark
n*ggas shot at me but i left with no marks
pr*cks never been strapped, you’re just armed in the booth
tryna put my victim on scarcity news
hardest from brum, yeah you know i’m the truth
i ain’t never squashed beef, i want money for the tunes
i could never see an opp and walk past that pr*ck
have you slapped for a sum and you jammed that spin?
tryna hang out the whip on a mad man ting
y.g. on standby to khalas that wig
all my g’s on job, we ain’t into the chatting
you ain’t slapped off your ting or got nicked for a slapping
armed and dangerous, nah this ain’t just rapping
better hand over p’s or it’s gonna be a napping
we won’t let man go till the dough’s paid off
big spinners on deck and i’ll rotate one
i’m tryna trim a man’s head fam, no shape*up
when i hear an opp get shot i go blaze one
gang feds on my g’s cah they know i let it slap
strapped up for a curry, nah this ain’t just chat
if you saw what t had in the rucksack
behind scenes at my vids, coming like chiraq

- rm uk lyrics

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