K-Trap, Mischief - Mad About Bars - S4-E20 lyrics

Lauky Beatz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general
And you already know the motto
So I'm back again
This time I'm with a certified
Duo in this ting if you've heard part 1
Then you already know that was a problem
So it's only right we do it one more time
Mischief, K Trap
One of the hardest in this drill ting

Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in and go get caught with the smoke
That's Weetabix or oats, no
Still gotta do road with this rusty
One just like Do Road
Felt bad for bro, how he burned his clothes
Still end up on soc'


Snow for the low, five figs' of pro
You do the maths
We flew them packs, told bro drive
I'll do the wass

More life and smoke this dope
The lengest pengest got these
Hoes callin' my phone
Ain't a day the snow ain't 'round me
Feelin' like an eskimo
Get the drop, slide like a
Kid's park, post their block, no envelope
In my hood, can't lie in bait
Dodge cams and hide my face taking risk
Won't lie it's flames but we
Still trip like Ella Mai
The bros love misbehave, catch them guys
They won't catch fades
Gourmet grub, no dinner date
Just whip this one like it's a slave

Jeez, man like Mischief ya nah ay, Trapo
What you sayin'? You got
Another one for this?

Splash that yola for twenty one seconds
It came out so solid
I got mag' involved, didn't witness no losses
Wash that Bobby, the mix is ten with a notice
I still made it leng enough
I'm coach with the quality, i control it

I'm a coach like Simeone
In the bando manage coke
We just throw in water
Swimming but I'm flyin' backward strokes
My pendant drippin' Volvic got your
Missus out her nickers
My mates a real mash addict
Really on them poles like strippers
Take out those nino scissors
Hit central with them tickets
Can get lows from the plug cah
I get it gone the quickest

Pull them triggers, wave that wand
I'll play that wizard
Ten with the fries, it gave me
Shivers, burning pack like come, we bill it
Bro with the thingy, watched her
Fidget, take that lazer, man can't miss it
Use that presser, make me triplets
File that corn like can it fit yet?

Mmm, K Trap, Mischief brigades
How many times have I got to
Tell you this is drill elite mKThePlug
Only the best
And this sure don't happen everyday
So let's go again

Talkin' beef, I'll put it on a grill
And who really drills? I put it on the Hills
Land me a feel
What you know 'bout itching to step
Again and they're telling you chill
Tried working behind the till, didn't work
Got me a bird shot four Ninas, now I'm
In Louis, champagne glasses
Looking at shirts
Told bae this purse a perc
Told bro this lake's a ten
Four and a door out the 'rex
That's light getting made again
Why them man wanna make the
News so bad? It's sad, it's sad
Moncler gotta hide this 12, unprepared
Should've brought a bag of course, of course
Barbeque settings, pull up crashin'
That's corn of course
Day in the life of Trapo
I just count and make them calls
Reload came, now I'm in the crib with
Yay like Kim and North
And she just came, she just
Wanna off the nickers, no delay
Vexed when I told her keep them on, only face
Vexed when they see that hat on Snap
Love the drip
Can't tell mum that the chain and
Watch wanna cost me sixty quid
No I can't, wish I can say
We ain't flyin' birds, but no, we are
Wish my youngen was but he's doing
Drills in a stolen car
Seventeen when I slapped that pump
Off, test in the park, could've broke my arm
Don't let me grab the pumpy, like Swarmz

I'm sure them guys there talking
Sayin' names like commentators
The Fed boys got my hittas and
Bros face in the papers
Can't forget about man's beef, do man mean
All now and later like, bang it anywhere
I know no better like Major Lazer
Double M, that's me and Skeng
Six or nine don't want no friends
Like Scholes I played onside and phone
My guys and up those skengs
With Trapo, big wapo
Can tell you how we did back then
They knew man, beef or rap, it's ments
All now don't know 'bout them
I'm still in them Lambeth flats
Bait face, can't slip, can't lack
I'm live, I'm bad, this one up
'round these sides ain't throwin' jabs
Just poking out that bag, still load it
Check those Snaps
In, out there got me bringing heat
To home's like British gas
Bro said to be more hands off, in the bando
Bowls of flake try make YG's make money
They just call me for that gauge
Them days got light like Michael
Jackson, bro got dark, no tanning
Now ten-ten grub, i whip it straight and
Have the kittys spazzing

Part one, done part two, done
Mischief, K Trap, it's Mad About Bars
Look out for that K Trap project
Also check out From The Jump
By Mischief as well
It's Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness, Mad
About Bars season 4, we out