Outings - Dimzy, Liquez, Swift

Trap house ???

from Calvin

Blacked out thats my ride out outfit

Used to ride out all childish

Did outings when man was grounded

Used to be out for hours

Four hundred now man get thousands

Bro put so many pipes in pouches

Don’t know how much times can’t count it

If you see me camped out, in a bush holding a mac

Pop out quick then something goes clap

You’ll have more slugs stuck in your back

If you see me camped out

I’ll be dressed in all black

Might just squeeze tight on that mac

If it hits your hair your shit just go snap crack pop

You’ll hear the whackers go off

All my bros are hard they’re not soft

They do bits and if they get nicked they ain’t saying shit to no plod

We’re praying to our gods

That everything goes right

I wanna get back tonight

Now I gotta make shit right

Yeah I gotta make shit right

He needs to get shot for thinking that he’s on job

For thinking he’s part of the mob

He’s not hard he’s a nob

We praying to our god

That everything goes right

Lord forgive me but I gotta make shit right

Put my life on the line for the gang

Double tap on the shotgun not the gram

I’m a skengman you don’t wan it with man

Back then I had two brownings in my hand

I was ???

on man tryna run up on man

I was young and gassed tryna hit any man

Make sure the ballys and the leathers on my hand

Then imma load it up cock it back and let it bang

I do it for my myself and I do it for the gang

You want more, bodies in a bag

???

like I’m lynch put the 16 sawn off shotty in my bag

So my niggas call me mad

I was moving bait so I got myself bagged

Now look at life changed now I nearly got everything I wished I ever had

You’re still at it my don just scored a bag

Your not on it you man were never bad

We’re still searching them opp boys there I can tell shits really getting sad

If we ain’t giving them gun shots then try know we be giving them stabs

Niggas be talking bout guns and shaks but na boy you ain’t living that

Bro got shh in ounces

My bro don’t smoke at trousers

If that shh too dirty

Clean that, and drowned it

Had to tell bro allow it

Who said bro allowed it

Ten gal in a sexy outfit

She just wanna come round like rounders

Peng girl with the back and titty

Link gat with the mash or flicky

Can’t gas man about blickys

Had blickys from man was a picknee

Can’t gas man about whizzys

Had ding-dongs from man had Jillys

Touch gang your silly

Got Deepee like Scribz got Dimzy

Got a dot dot on a twizzy

Dem times bro got the mizzy

I ain’t got no time I ain’t picky but any girl you see with man is pretty

Ring wing who’s that Whitney

Or its just a kitty

If I do bling blingy

Mans not hot mans chilly