Merky ACE, Capo Lee - COTP lyrics

Yah, 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, yeah 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴
𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴
Yeah, yeah

Yeah we love turning up uninvited
Come to your set to deep no smile
And mob it, shells, 64 bar and hog it
And I ain't passing a mic to no-one but Cap
Pull it out your hand but
Your hand got slapped

Them man are whack, said one fact
Wasted time on a tune, now I'm vexed
Numbers or fingers are indirect
Get back to the yard, ain't tweeting a set

I don't know wagwan for these neat guys
When we enter the room better googly-eyes
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦
I see man look and open about three times
𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
Didn't еven have no notification
So I don't know why he's lying
Said hе needs toilet but he went three times
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
Think your a pagan, we'll set pagan alight
Max and Cap on a cut that's a scary sight
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 box in a gril
𝘉𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴
𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘤'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘵
Man start slapping off bucket hats
I don't wanna hear man talking greaze
'Cah it's all big when I come to the yard
Move like job or start headbutt marge
I don't wanna have to start pulling at things
Pulling at things (𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘨)
Pulling at things (𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘵)
Pulling at things (𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩)
Pulling at things now his friend's all shook
𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘸𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬
𝘕𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, yeah 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴
𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴
Yeah, 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩