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check1 w/ dj basha - robbahollow x traumz lyrics

(part one)

(hargo production)

[verse 1: robbahollow]
yo pass me a rizla, turn on the mic and the mixer
in fact i’ll be back in 10 cause’ shh just phoned for a fixer
yeah you get the picture, i don’t do this for the insta
i spent nights in the dinger with packs and packs in the kinder
don’t get me started, young robbahollow [?]
i make drinks like a bar shift, make keys, oz’s and bars flip
you know who’s the hardest, bag of these man chat garbage
in the mix like dj target, if i pull up with shh, then it’s carnage
bout to f*ck up the market, watch how i k!ll em’ with bars
last year g my life was hard, i just rap, i didn’t evеn have a yard
too hot to be staying at my ma’s
went from up to bе living like rah’
who’s my man giving it large? i step anywhere g, i’m calm
swear down it’s a walk in the park
from south but i ain’t from narm
from moss side, manchester, that’s [?]
but swear down there ain’t no farms
think that, must’ve lost your barn
i move legs and i step with arms
them n*ggas weren’t moving right, so they got left back like lahm
[verse 2: traumz]
i don’t use maj cah’ i whip straight
that’s flake in the bowl, no frosties
tony the tiger, it’s great
tt yo i don’t do sh*t flake, that’ why the cats love this face
i move weight like it’s gym day
the only weight that you moves when you lift weights
pyrex when i whip cane, whip that sh*t til’ my wrist aches
lost weight, now it’s in shape
when i whip i don’t make no mistakes
i was doing it wrong til’ shh said “do it this way”
the rolex got a big face and i just spent shh on a big chain
married to the streets, everyday is a big day
so much food in the big plate
break that bone, no ribcage
them fiends just been paid
12am, trap line going insane
phone blowing up in flame
so much calls, yo i can’t even think straight
i remember back when it used to be eighths and quarters
now it’s no taillight when i brake that corner
i’m in the trap from morning, sh*t gets a little bit boring
now my teams winning cause’ these nitty’s keep scoring
trap spot looking like the scene from a horror, no runner
stone grinding all summer, wonder if i get bagged tomorrow
i’m a leader, they follow
i’m a lender, they borrow
got me screaming free mojo, c*side
m16 my postcode
up and down, no yo*yo
big long stick, no pogo
ot, i’m local
i’m on actions, them man vocal
if i make that phone call
my n*ggas on job, they don’t stall
interview room we don’t talk
t*raw, i’m a trap star
i ain’t tryna be no rap star
all week i trap hard
9 o’s in the rex, that’s a crack bar
fast life and fast cars
them n*ggas soft, they just act hard
my life ain’t sweet like jam tarts
so i invest in metal like scr*pyards
yo i’m just tryna stack hard
bands in my safe, no bank card
i been going so d*mn hard
in the middle of the field like lampard
m16, that’s standard
free my n*ggas on the landing
every day i take risks and chances
trapping, tryna get rich like branson
(part two)

(sj)

[verse 1: traumz]
spent all them nights in the trap house
you was at home playing fifa
if you don’t know then check my background
i’m about actions, they speak more

- robbahollow x traumz lyrics

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