M1llionz - Punch Line (Freestyle) lyrics

Yo Lagga

This ain't no punchline rap (No)
It's that M from North West
Increase the gun crime rap (Bah)
It's that dash the hood phone and
Bring the cunch lines back (Grr)
Fifty pebs in straight tens
Gone by lunchtime trap (Trap)
Every spot I go
There's always Londoners and Scousers
(No shit) not to mention yutes from the spot
That think they're 'bout it
Researchin' rehab centres on
Them Google browsers (Ha ha ha)
Just tryna find estates with
The most council houses
There's always one cat where everyone says
"Don't serve him"
Me, I link him straight away
Look in his eyes and burst him (Real shit)


He said these other trappers see
Him callin' and curve him (Huh?)
I don't know why these other
Shottas get so nervous (I don't)
Yardie dances got me askin' yutes
"What's the angle?" (What's the problem?)
Them days, twelve gauge with a wooden handle
(Da da da baow)
Drop the box in the ST, stolen manual (Skrr)
They hide and we seek with this steel bangle
Check it though, you could weigh twenty stone
I got this 44
What I bought from sellin' twenty stones
Get it though
Slap your friend if he don't get involved
(Pussy) either way
If he gets involved then he's gettin' smoked
(Straight) Lagga

Bro, I'm in the trap now
I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now
And you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background
Get left in the past tense (Skrr)

Mm, mm, it's time to roll again
Send a text out in the mornin'
It's time for openin' (Brr)
When I woke up, had no credit
Topped up my phone again (Uh, huh)
By the seaside with the sand
Pebble the stone again (OT, I'm trappin')
Mm, it's off the dome again (Woah)
It's a stolen vehicle that me
And Hothead be rollin' in (Skrr)
Gotta have a mask on me
Fillin' up the petroleum (Gassed it)
I was up in Swindon when
Rimmz was with the Bristolians (Trappin')
Activation, I'm Jamaican
Nan goin' emancipation for graduation
(Granny)
To feed my fam, that's an obligation
Even if it's from drug dealin' occupations
(Trappin')
Tryna put money in stocks and tradin'
But the fans on my case, true
I got 'em waitin' (They're pissed)
Lizzy stressed too, true, I got her waitin'
(Ringin' my line) now I'm eatin'
Why these niggas body shamin'? (Yo, why?)
I got the beat back, my seat back
Rollin' with a G pack
I know the roads, brother, I don't need maps
(Waze)
Miami traffic in a E-Class, Glock on my waist
Got my chain on, I need that, you eediat
(Pussy)
Can't trust niggas that spread propaganda
Ask them who told them and
They ain't got an answer (Huh?)
Chat like bitches
Gotta call them man Samantha
Got this big 9 on me up in Casablanca
Thirty-six for twenty-eight
Twenty-eight for eleven-fifty
At the intersection
Tryna dodge another section sixty (Skrr)
Joe called for four white, two dark
He just spent a pinky three for twenty-five
Get seven items if you bring a nitty
(No shit)
That's quick maths but I ain't Big Shaq
(Lagga)
I'm in the yardie, dance with this big strap
(Doo doo)
Oats tryna find this ganja and rizzla
Hit the snap if you smoke Billy Kimber (Brr)
A nigga still puttin' waps up in gym bags
(Haha) my Amiris keep the 44 intact
And you can see the imprint on the picture
(No shit)
So I had to blur that shit for the Insta'

Bro, I'm in the trap now
I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now
And you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background
Get left in the past tense

Rah, it's Bkay, you know?
Joce, right? (Joce, right? Joce, right?)
How's your real love life?