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Ar-15
Performer
Section Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Section Boyz
Songwriter
Nana Rogues
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Rogues
Producer
Lyrics
Boom!
Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box full of bags, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain't changing a bit
With a mad Browning that came through my bits
Tell a **** act right, I'll explain to him quick
I came with shit, something insane on my hip, like Jadakiss
I got a D block, that's a dense block
I don’t ever leave out for a 10 shot
Ps now, I don't care if you messed up
Tell a **** better be round and forget not
Fuck your dead squad and your CV
And your CD and your best doll
I just put a hammer down in a peng block
I just put a banger down on a desktop
I don't want no cheesy
Tell ‘em amnesia, 'cause I’m needy
Got a box in a bag for that lobs in my hand
And the price that I got, kinda cheapy
I'm old school like Tweenies
Now Channel U TV, you might see me
Got a freaky gyal named Cece
Give me 'uck when I'm driving speedy
Don't give a fuck, them guys are neeky
Man ah get bucked with the hand ting easy
With the clutch, six gears, skeet, skeet
Fresh tires on the rims, screetch, screetch
I be running with the bull, that's mad beef
I got a box with tools like Andy
On the wave like jetski
And I don't miss shots like Heskey
Still up in the ends (Ends)
Man still see me (Man still see me)
Can't walk on my creps (Mm-mm)
Man run when they see me (Run)
Look at these skets (Look at these skets)
They so needy (Needy)
Put your hand on my friend (Hand on my friend)
Why you tryna beef me?
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Wha' O fitty here, everything ah get lock arff
Plus the bruddas dem good, man's trap line pop arff
Every ting easy, man she touch me, tease me
Dem man are lemon, man squeezy
Manaman a pepper man easy
Dem man are Freddy, man are Fredo
Just done an event, that's play dough
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man ah do road on the main road
Bait face, man a never lay low
'Course man are tryna get paid though
Gyal got a batty like J Lo
Man have to shut up when I say so
Tell a boy don't try me
Used to run from the pub and consign me
Ten toes on the streets in some Nikes
Chillin' in a bando with some YGs
Smoking so much dope, I look Chinese
Whoever's stuck to me, we're Siamese
Brothers stay with me, they ain't gonna leave
Soon as I get the pack, you know it's gotta be
After she give me head, you know she gotta leave
Young boy got the strap, don't bother me
I got two packs, Makaveli
R.I.P. to somebody smelly
Used to see us chillin' outside Morley's
Now they see us at the show or on telly
Section, we on the streets for the ready
Bus' squeeze for the Ps, don't tempt me
Still up in the ends (Ends)
Man still see me (Man still see me)
Can't walk on my creps (Mm-mm)
Man run when he see me (Run)
Look at these skets (Look at these skets)
They so needy (Needy)
Put your hand on my friend (Hand on my friend)
Why you tryna beef me?
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Still up in the ends, you can see me
Getting Ps in the trap, that's easy
Bro got the Chris Brown, not Breezy
In my black clothes, Looking all greezy
That gyal she a sket, she's sleazy
Wanna talk like they're real, oh Really
Smoke on me I came with the chimney
You can get corn, if a man wanna beef me
Still up in the streets, still up in the pave
And I know 'nough peng tings in a rave
Gyal get a beat, they don't wanna behave
Section Boyz team squeeze in the place
I dare a man put a hand on my friend
You can get a blade, if you wanna act brave
Still up in the ends, that's south for the Thames
None of these **** can't surf on the wave
Still up in the ends, how you ain't seen me? (How you ain't see me?)
Put a brick up in Z's, now I feel sleepy (And now I feel sleepy)
I had too many skenz, feel way to squeezy
She's kinda peng, she's kinda fleeky (Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng)
We can pull up in a Benz, or a bimmer like Beenie
Wicked dinger in the ends that's only if its needed
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
I make gyal hold a skeng
And a little beating
Still up in the ends (In the ends)
Man still me (Man still see me)
Can't walk on my creps (Mm-mm)
Man run when he see me (Run)
Look at these skets (Look at these skets)
They so needy (Needy)
Put your hand on my friend (Hand on my friend)
Why you tryna beef me?
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead (Trap, trap, trap)
My connect's still breathing (Still breathing)
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Written by: Nana Rogues, Section Boyz