Mischief, K Trap - Loads lyrics

Ring trap you know the cats they phone
And these bit's they coming
So I get them all gone
How you doing road, and ain't seeing no dough
I’m out with Zs, and I'm doing loads
I put skengs in rides, or I done 10 toes
We put skengs on peds, and then let them blow
Get round with some proper guys
Who done road on smoke
Tell a boy chill out, cah he doing loads

Brought it direct
Why would I need to make a diss track?
I done skrred on the block
While them man try'na diss man
I was try’na score goals
I couldn't tell you bout a rematch
Ain't heard skengs sound
All I hear is chit chat
No amnes, when I roll up and blow
I'm on some jump out bang it
And the other side know
Scoring with tekkers
When we rising them poles
Why would you want beef when
You ain't seeing no dough?
They do too much, they trying hard
They got no burner, but ain't got no heart
Pellets from the dotty, blow a opp apart
Backstreets or the mains, ten toes or a car
Peds or 4 doors had the mileage
You couldn't take my weakness for kindness
I mean kindness for weakness
Bare nights I been sleepless
Cah the plug throwing food like he childish

Ring trap you know the cats they phone
And these bit's they coming
So I get them all gone
How you doing road, and ain't seeing no dough
I’m out with Z’s, and I'm doing loads
I put skengs in rides, or I done 10 toes
We put skengs on peds, and then let them blow
Got round with some proper guys
Who done road on smoke
Tell a boy chill out, cah he doing loads

Trap finesse they living too good
T-House chilling with cooks
T T’s ting whipping up good
That smackdown raw on my phone
Plus I got billion buj
Put 20 in the 10 that's auto
Man down it's a brilliant whoosh
Skrr on your block that's miles
Hoping to hoping to catch me a crown
Where’s the muffle the Mac's too loud
Them man there try'na step with shanks
I stay round nines like Jamal
Tell a young boy show me the older
I ain't try'na light up a child
But M my man cah he's foul, bare
Bare side man try'na act on vids
They shouldn't be allowed to
Write like Scribz
You ain't seen the madting ring
Step out and tan man's skin
Free M Skeng from the jails he was out try'na
Press out a man till he drums that ting
Free red rum hashtag two bricks in the yard
He was really on a trap trap ting
Out getting butter it's far from clover
You ain't getting paid you're a joker
Supply any drug to a smoker
Direct full up with coca
M10 full up with Lugers
Springton full up with flatheads
My block full up of trappers
T-house full up with smackheads