CGM, (CGM) TY, Dodgy, Splasha, Rack5, M’Skum - Trauma lyrics
[CGM, CGM TY, Dodgy, Splasha, Rack5, M’Skum - Trauma lyrics]
We ain’t no blooders
We’re crippy, we’re crippy yeah
We crip man down, we crip man down yeah yeah
We crip man down for shit, for any ting yeah
Kill man!
Bro pushed that shank in his temple
But he didn’t die that’s fortunate
Between me striker and more I’m sure we
Bored up every opp from golborne
Went and bored up and it’s
Mad cus they chat that shit
What you know bout picking up flesh with my
Rambo when a pagan gets bored up
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block but
He don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing that corner
Just got rid of a two in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up
Can’t ask me about
Between me and striker and more I’m sure
We bored up every opp from golborne
Got a drop on the opp two man in the front
3 in the back we’re rolling
Pussios tryna chef me up in my cab
But I never got stabbed u jokers
Savage don’t chat he’s poking
Gal throw it back and throat it
Since a younger I’ve been on the scene
Age 14 I was beefing olders
10+1 we winning
Just clocked me an opp on the mains
I pray he don’t clock by the time we spinning
Before he actually died he lost life
Trying to get some chicken
Splash splash my knife went in
I’m skum I stay on my ting
Went and bored up
And it’s mad cus they chat that shit
But they all went jail cus
There friend got chinged
Got rinsed in the kitchen same
As my mumzies dish
I’m S I’m a ten side king but
It’s ten side where YD lives
Them man love screaming anti but that’s
All for the net like bing
I’m on my way to golborne still trying
To kill them don’t get spotted
I could back my chat like horrid
Explains why there trying to whip up porridge
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block
But don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing the corner
Just got rid of a tthat wo in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up
Cop a new man just came from induction
Ima gcheck when they bust his door
Circle bosses I’ve done that torn
Me and yk looking at sides just bored
Stepped on induction got my hand tucked in
The case and they want what’s war
Swing it him we’ll back it
And we’ll work on his abs no core
Both blocks been corned up
What you know bout picking up flesh with my
Rambo when a pagan gets bored up
Window ching if a boy
Had me in the saw doing pull-ups
In the block you’ll hear no door knock
4 man hop out the 4 door
With a with 1 2 shanks
Triggers get pulled like Walker
Talk up, lack round, man get slaughtered
Bro tried push his shank in his temple
But he didn't die that’s fortune
When I break down rocks in
The trap for the cash
I ain't using a pestle or mortar
My Brazilian girl keeps talking bout nails
I just tell her "yo cala a boca"
I just tell her "yo shut it"
Dot dot bruck it
3 piece mash that’s luggage
On my rambos tucking slip I love it
More time chest and stomach
Two of the HRB's turned trees by trees
That shit had me laughing buckets last
Time that we stepped on
A glide left them traumatised but
I won’t discuss it
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block
But don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing that corner
Just got rid of a two in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up
We’re crippy, we’re crippy yeah
We crip man down, we crip man down yeah yeah
We crip man down for shit, for any ting yeah
Kill man!
Bro pushed that shank in his temple
But he didn’t die that’s fortunate
Between me striker and more I’m sure we
Bored up every opp from golborne
Went and bored up and it’s
Mad cus they chat that shit
What you know bout picking up flesh with my
Rambo when a pagan gets bored up
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block but
He don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing that corner
Just got rid of a two in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up
Can’t ask me about
Between me and striker and more I’m sure
We bored up every opp from golborne
Got a drop on the opp two man in the front
3 in the back we’re rolling
Pussios tryna chef me up in my cab
But I never got stabbed u jokers
Savage don’t chat he’s poking
Gal throw it back and throat it
Since a younger I’ve been on the scene
Age 14 I was beefing olders
10+1 we winning
Just clocked me an opp on the mains
I pray he don’t clock by the time we spinning
Before he actually died he lost life
Trying to get some chicken
Splash splash my knife went in
I’m skum I stay on my ting
Went and bored up
And it’s mad cus they chat that shit
But they all went jail cus
There friend got chinged
Got rinsed in the kitchen same
As my mumzies dish
I’m S I’m a ten side king but
It’s ten side where YD lives
Them man love screaming anti but that’s
All for the net like bing
I’m on my way to golborne still trying
To kill them don’t get spotted
I could back my chat like horrid
Explains why there trying to whip up porridge
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block
But don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing the corner
Just got rid of a tthat wo in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up
Cop a new man just came from induction
Ima gcheck when they bust his door
Circle bosses I’ve done that torn
Me and yk looking at sides just bored
Stepped on induction got my hand tucked in
The case and they want what’s war
Swing it him we’ll back it
And we’ll work on his abs no core
Both blocks been corned up
What you know bout picking up flesh with my
Rambo when a pagan gets bored up
Window ching if a boy
Had me in the saw doing pull-ups
In the block you’ll hear no door knock
4 man hop out the 4 door
With a with 1 2 shanks
Triggers get pulled like Walker
Talk up, lack round, man get slaughtered
Bro tried push his shank in his temple
But he didn't die that’s fortune
When I break down rocks in
The trap for the cash
I ain't using a pestle or mortar
My Brazilian girl keeps talking bout nails
I just tell her "yo cala a boca"
I just tell her "yo shut it"
Dot dot bruck it
3 piece mash that’s luggage
On my rambos tucking slip I love it
More time chest and stomach
Two of the HRB's turned trees by trees
That shit had me laughing buckets last
Time that we stepped on
A glide left them traumatised but
I won’t discuss it
Traumatised from that trauma
I swung a cause of my borer
I’m a g and I can’t take shit
You can live on that block
But don’t get caught up
I’m still with the bros like Warner
Slip it in 3rd and swing that corner
Just got rid of a two in a quarter
Now he’s tryna whip some more up