Gang Shloink - DRILL YOUR MOM / BRUV MOMENT VI lyrics

Ay bruv, ay it's bruv moment in the
Cannon let's go brou brou! C'mon Bruh!

Cos fonny bitch I’m outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy
Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man
Fund that fund that

Don't come round these ends, you're clapped
Like a standing ovation
I came off the bench and hopped in a Benz
While you're waiting at the train station
(Baow baow baow) i hang with gorillas, apes
While you with baboons (Oo oo)
Mans lungs get smoky
Can't breath in all these fumes (Grrt)
Got a side ting a penny she a dime
You a pussy for chatting that shit online
Pull up on you in a and you suddenly a mime
Knock mans out now he hearing a chime
Ting go ba ba baow, suck a cow
Don't come chatting that shit
It ain't allowed, vibe on a dhow
Put a hole through his brow, wow

Spliff was coated like lakota
Mans an inbred South Dakota
Walk in the dealership stole Toyota
Drove the Prado down the highway
Those insults better not be my way
Kill the opps like battle of midway
Mans so cliché, dancing ballet
When I got the shank mans try to downplay
Bruv it ain't doomsday, this just foreplay
Let the beat play, like I'm DJ
When I shoot that ting go neigh
Like it hay, mans said hey
He should pray, gave him cancer
UV ray, just to say sorry
Got a bouquet of Poison Ivy
Cuz I betray, bah!

Cos fonny bitch I’m outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy
Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole just like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man
Fund that fund that

F201 to A44 cOB GS the core
Like SJ got Choppa it go
Baow baow baow baow baow
Oh I see a cow and I want it now
Vibe on a dhow
You already know Bruv 5 is boomin’
Outside Art’s you know I’m loomin’
Pull up I’m fucking your father
Got a cow leaking like a faucet
Your brain cells is cannon fodder
You in the audience just an applauder
I’m coming over to beat your meat
We ain’t got no fuckin’ type beat
Go outside it’s a robbery
Go back now they follow me baow!

Lil bark, real quick, rah
Big up mans on the track gonna hit one
Twenty one pilots but British
Call it miss-run
Everyone wanna see mans fight
Saving the knockout for the fake ones
Finishing strong at seventeen
Fam finna call me Raheem
Watching the days go downstream
But thanking god like ameen
First bitch I got, said "mashallah"
Next ones gon be inshallah
God blessed me said "hamidullah"
Out here waiting for a Fatima
Disabled noises

Cos fonny bitch I’m outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy
Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole just like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man
Fund that fund that