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von K Trap

(Ch-ch, chhh)

(Mmmm, mmmm)

Hate when I see man givin′ a big 'un (Nathaniel LDN)
See them live in the flesh, they′re timid (timid)
Thousand, Jesus, broke down a brizzy
Told 'lil man that, "It's gonna get busy"
Ever slapped out, done suttin′ risky
Now your wish bring on a tizzy
Tell you ′bout the trenches, summers
Bro had the string on a Mizzy, busy (yeah)
Before them label meetings

I really had the shotgun stuffed tryna greet them (yeah)
Ever get the drop in the morning?
But you got colly
You gotta fill bine in the evening (bap, bap)
Me and bro stepped, two spinners
Whoever we see, it's finders keepers (keepers)
Remember when I found out we lost them beaters
I really felt like I was grievin′ (uhhh)


Two-man deep in Hatton
But still, that's a quarter in kettles (huh)
Can′t you see this VS, BS1
Don't ask why I walk with the metal (I do)
Even when it′s suttin' petty
Gang tryna lay down petals, gotta get settled
Mash on a Tech fleece, gonna get tekky
Who's gettin′ petty? (Who?)
Big, wanna meet you in the daytime, later on
How you get dressed up? How you get sexy?

Uptown, diners, spoke to the killys
But downtown firing, bro wanna drill it
I don′t mind drivin', just refill it
Check then fill it (fill it)
On the phone to the personal shopper
I just wanna know if it′s oversized or fitted (bro)
I just wanna know, why they talk so wicked? (Wicked)
Talks on war and we're shortin′ sawn
Easy to double tap
But I like the auto more (brrr, bap)

Awkward pass, it was Macs and spinners
Now it's like autographs
They rap it and try it, I don′t know about them
But we really walk with ours
Shoppin' with bae, fuck around, get her the bag
Millie, medium, large (yeah)
Speedy cars, pull up
Big man, let her out first, tryna see the arse (yeah)
You never run down nuttin' with a firearm


Click pit, nah you′re a liar (liar)
You never cooked it raw
I had half a brick on a window seal tryna dry up (yeah)
I gave Lambeth hope with this mash
And this thousand grams of coke (yola)
Take that sandwich bag and go
I want 30 grand or no (Nah)
I never switch and go with the fake
I′d rather stand alone (trapo)
I give it to bro, he went from a landing

Came home, landing loads
Bro, I'll tell you why
How much times did I fuck up the bag
And didn′t even televise? (Huh)
How much times did I step with the thing out?
Air's too firy, I ain′t gonna bury mine (firy)
The parcel's bad, now it′s just slabs, 300K in tabs
Socio, crab
Double-R truck but we still in the hood
Gotta put that on a flat (yeah, yeah)

(Nathaniel LDN)