Unknown T, CB - Bootings lyrics
Unknown T [Daniel Lena] Uganda - London, GB.
[Unknown T, CB - Bootings lyrics]
IIIII love Chris Rich
I'll load and squeeze
Do it like I done it in summer sixteen
(On my life)
I missed out on so many bootings
Pissed that it didn't get done by me (Fake)
I I I I was on
Tag doin' bootin's, whole one year
I did it so discreet (Shh)
If you fuck with the opps, you're stupid
You don't wanna get left six feet deep
(No you don't) war with the gang? Not smart
Go ask them man, how they lost their darg
(How?)
This beef is cookin', you know I'm lookin'
Can't wait, 'til I find mans yard
(Can't wait)
This beef is real, I do music now
But I still do drills on drills (On my life)
Still-still know how to work that spinnner
Real skengman can't lose his skills (Never)
Anytime anytime, just phone man's phone
Man know I'll jump in the ride (Always)
I was ridin' on the opps broad day
Same way gaffs get corned at night
Still-still-still-still put smoke in rides
Came onto beefin' brand new guys
Bro-bro trapped me the wap at three
And suttin' got bun by five
I'll slide on the opps like, who want
Smoke? Got corn for the opps, They know
(They know)
If you test my Gs, I'ma tape that scene
So don't move, like you ain't been told
(Been warned)
Mo-most of my team on the landin'
And they're still slappin' now
They're on road (Free the guys)
And when I get 'round, I
Ain't vampin', opp block campin
I'll do it and go
I'll do it and dash like I done man's
Free the squad, now
It's me and my siblings tourin'
Say they got bined
But they stay computerin'
Tug come through, but gang keeps new ting
We only know the recruitin'
Had to slow down the music, to turn
Up the shootings, them man just chat
It's amusin'
The TSG on the bootin's (Grr)
Keep up, you're deluded
Belmarsh face, but they face get ruined
The knife gaze mad, H town to denew him
See he was a friend, now I'll do him (Done)
When the , when a yute man blessed
Hella opps love helicopters instead
On the block if they in a blood pool
Man dread
Gang pop that lead, 'til the opps are dead
My head back stressed doin' orchestration
Splash, splash wet man and regaetion
Police tried to breach like SWAT
Had to park that ancient
Go back and redo that crowd
'cah the crowd's complacent
Bruck the get back so we bruised that down
Wet man and regaetion
Two man out, like Freddy and Jason
Tap it and chase 'em