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traumz - #1take (part 2) lyrics

[intro]
traumz, manchester
gang, listen
check, yo, check

[verse]
last of a dying breed, touch one of mine and we’ll rise and squeeze
two glocks twinning, siamese
plus i got a couple n_ggas that’ll ride for me
t raw, that’s my nickname
in the t, whip this raw, man i whip straight
in my own lane, i ain’t tryna switch lanes
if i leave got the 9, i got the fl!ck blade, give a man a quick shave
they could never violate
try it mate, i got some heat that’ll fry your face
i started with nothing, had to find a way
and when i caught that bird i had to ride it straight
i’m sick of all them shady n_ggas, snitches and them snaky n_ggas
bis brought the baby with him but he ain’t baby_sitting
clips got .380’s in it, i ain’t gotta say they’ll spin it
crazy n_gga, i grew up with some brainless n_ggas
i’m still on the roads, m16, i’m from the o
still shotting o’s, still around the pots and stove
if it ain’t about paper then i’m not involved
if it ain’t about the mula i don’t wanna know
shot in bulk, d_mn right i got a popping phone
stepping on bricks it’s like a cobbled road
trap spot, suttin’ out a horror show
look fam i make a lot of dough
the roads are cold but trust me i can hold my own
real n_gga man i know the code, tell them n_ggas slow the road
telling lies, they’re pinocchio
shoot and score, that’s a golden goal
my young g’s roll with poles if i tell ’em leave holes in domes
they’ll turn a n_gga holy ghost, trust me if you know, you know
so much weight, i’m on overload
if you need some you can phone my phone
pull up in a german, fresh out of berlin
no magic, i ain’t merlin
when i whip it, jeffrey herlings
when i whip it i’ma curl it, in the kitchen from early
top that’s nearly thirty, nineteen for the dirty
you know i’m certi’, man it’s been a long journey
they want me on a gurney so i gotta keep it st_rdy
dodging, swerving, shotting, serving
please approach with caution ’cause i got it on person
i still pull up in that audi, pockets on saudi
rebel like rowdy, still pebble down them ounces
top, i’m talking mountains, drippy like a fountain
i’m really out here, don’t know why them n_ggas doubting
when i get a brick i break it down and feed my strip
i’m tryna leave the bits and get a gaff up in the sticks
trapping since a kid, try stack it ’til i’m rich
if they catch me with this brick they’ll probably slap me with a six
or slap me with a eight, man this trapping sh_ts bait
but still i’m in this trap spot, bagging up this beige
gloves on ’cause i don’t want no brandy in my veins
when i’m done i’m gonna whip this top corner, harry kane
whip it like i’m jeff, in the kitchen like a chef
flipping all these z’s, i need a mil’ before i’m dead
still i’m in the ends, nine milly’s and the skengs
big wap_wap, crocodile t__th, sk!llibeng
i just linked two cats but these cats ain’t siamese
real trap boy, still supplying fiends
big rocks, i got what my clients needs
125 will get you five of each
i’m just tryna eat, why you think i’m in the streets
still linking fiends, still in the kitchen whipping cream
still slice work like guillotine
re up, that’s a pack of o’s [?] come from philippians
i’m one of the realest g’s, out here making silly p’s
i got eight figure dreams, grinding while them n_ggas sleep
tryna make it out the trap, tell them n_ggas ‘low the cap
they’ve never sold a ounce of crack, let alone a thousand grams
everyday i’m counting bands, moving food without my hands
i got workers on deck, was grinding in my 110’s
i’on need to find a stack, i just give ’em one check
i’on need to take her out, i just drop a one text

- traumz

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