Merky ACE, Lioness, Slaughter - Jeff Matt Lita lyrics
[Merky ACE, Lioness, Slaughter - Jeff Matt Lita lyrics]
Man got shanked up and he survived
But he'll never be the same he's a Cat D
Can't believe that he's still
Alive but it's alright, ima draw up a plan B
Fling two shots, I ain't talking FIFA
Leave man leaning, Tower of Pisa
Us three come like Jeff, Matt, Lita
Bet you don't claim that you
Come from the ends and try pretend that you
Ain't heard of either either
South side legends step with weapons
Try violate and you'll now what
I mean like meter
Done made man lose pints and litres
Old days, kicking in heads like Mitre
Had man ‘fraid from back in the day
Blair Witch Project, Scream, Jeepers Creepers
Send my message with stamp mi nah play
Go skatepark if you wan ramp
Two step with the wap
Gully creep with the nank
Drive with the 357 in a Range Rover
Who can tell me this ain't a tank?
Won't catch me in Ministry of Sound or Fabric
Unless im booked for the dance
Or selling chart
More time catch me in a bashment
Big back Auntie tryna convince me
To breed her daughter
That's pure harrassment
Samurai sword in a shoobs get bored
Broken hearts, angels and roses
GBNF on Insta caption
I don't wanna hear no talk about Viking
I don't wanna hear about Anglo-Saxon
Buck me in war, you'll know about mad ting
No need for an intro
Gunshots make him get down like the limbo
Anywhere I go, yeah man let the ting go
Knock knock, man get bam through the window
For us that's a win though
But for them that's a man down simple
Cah them man are giving out info
Gunshots make man fly like flamingo wow
Manna don't care if you're hench like Kimbo
Man will get sliced and
Diced if you're involved
We let the ting ring like Tinbo
Oi fam that's the ringtone aiming for wigs
I ain't tryna hit shins though
Manna send corn for your next of kin though
Break down boxes fam we got big dough
From a young age fam you know manna been road
And you know manna been bad
Young G, got a long sword like Sinbad
Send him for chinging
Got no time to chin wag
Boxes of puff in a bin bag
But, you can get bun if
That yout try sting man
Omen's holdings, fam we got big straps
Man try dome him, man let the ting clap
Man control it, man get your wig splat
Oi fam that's a mismatch
Come round GP, that's where the kids' at
Strap on deck, tell a man don't risk that
Drive in, drive out, car got licked at
All type of burners, manna got big waps
Get a man murdered cah we got big wraps
Don't need to move nah fam I just sit back
Young G will shoot
Hopefully he won't miss that
Cah more time the shot's on target
Roll to your block and rass it
If I can't get away fam I won't chance it
Young Gs cock and blast it
It's a man down if my man cause carnage
I'll hop on a bike and mask it
Sold 30 drops last week
So I don't give a fuck if they charted
If it's me you wanna par
Understand I am not the one you wanna war
Against me
You will not be strolling in the park
I've got time like I just took
The Roley off your arm
You don't know me, I will flip that and harm
Blud you're a phoney
Could've bit but you barked
You lot split me with bars?
You know that's not true
Like if Khloe had a kid with Lemar
Ain't gotta kid you, i'm hard
I'm ready if anyone's pickney wan start
Them girls are fully just pickneys not stars
It's them that you wanna put me with, nah
Been light years ahead before Buzz
Spin guys, put them to bed with no fuss
I'm in
But he'll never be the same he's a Cat D
Can't believe that he's still
Alive but it's alright, ima draw up a plan B
Fling two shots, I ain't talking FIFA
Leave man leaning, Tower of Pisa
Us three come like Jeff, Matt, Lita
Bet you don't claim that you
Come from the ends and try pretend that you
Ain't heard of either either
South side legends step with weapons
Try violate and you'll now what
I mean like meter
Done made man lose pints and litres
Old days, kicking in heads like Mitre
Had man ‘fraid from back in the day
Blair Witch Project, Scream, Jeepers Creepers
Send my message with stamp mi nah play
Go skatepark if you wan ramp
Two step with the wap
Gully creep with the nank
Drive with the 357 in a Range Rover
Who can tell me this ain't a tank?
Won't catch me in Ministry of Sound or Fabric
Unless im booked for the dance
Or selling chart
More time catch me in a bashment
Big back Auntie tryna convince me
To breed her daughter
That's pure harrassment
Samurai sword in a shoobs get bored
Broken hearts, angels and roses
GBNF on Insta caption
I don't wanna hear no talk about Viking
I don't wanna hear about Anglo-Saxon
Buck me in war, you'll know about mad ting
No need for an intro
Gunshots make him get down like the limbo
Anywhere I go, yeah man let the ting go
Knock knock, man get bam through the window
For us that's a win though
But for them that's a man down simple
Cah them man are giving out info
Gunshots make man fly like flamingo wow
Manna don't care if you're hench like Kimbo
Man will get sliced and
Diced if you're involved
We let the ting ring like Tinbo
Oi fam that's the ringtone aiming for wigs
I ain't tryna hit shins though
Manna send corn for your next of kin though
Break down boxes fam we got big dough
From a young age fam you know manna been road
And you know manna been bad
Young G, got a long sword like Sinbad
Send him for chinging
Got no time to chin wag
Boxes of puff in a bin bag
But, you can get bun if
That yout try sting man
Omen's holdings, fam we got big straps
Man try dome him, man let the ting clap
Man control it, man get your wig splat
Oi fam that's a mismatch
Come round GP, that's where the kids' at
Strap on deck, tell a man don't risk that
Drive in, drive out, car got licked at
All type of burners, manna got big waps
Get a man murdered cah we got big wraps
Don't need to move nah fam I just sit back
Young G will shoot
Hopefully he won't miss that
Cah more time the shot's on target
Roll to your block and rass it
If I can't get away fam I won't chance it
Young Gs cock and blast it
It's a man down if my man cause carnage
I'll hop on a bike and mask it
Sold 30 drops last week
So I don't give a fuck if they charted
If it's me you wanna par
Understand I am not the one you wanna war
Against me
You will not be strolling in the park
I've got time like I just took
The Roley off your arm
You don't know me, I will flip that and harm
Blud you're a phoney
Could've bit but you barked
You lot split me with bars?
You know that's not true
Like if Khloe had a kid with Lemar
Ain't gotta kid you, i'm hard
I'm ready if anyone's pickney wan start
Them girls are fully just pickneys not stars
It's them that you wanna put me with, nah
Been light years ahead before Buzz
Spin guys, put them to bed with no fuss
I'm in