Grouchy - R6, 67, ST

Jump out gang…

Drillers and Trappers…

Ayyyyyyy

Big bro just got new corn for the spin, that made my day

Gotta see what this ones sayin, slide round Raq, that’s training day

Still do it on the A, all masked up, give clout to the A

I was 16 with a shotty same size as a rambz tryna aim for a face

Shouts outs my batch, how much blood have we left on the pave?

Half of your squad has been done, How dare you scream 67K?

Should’ve seen my man’s face when we did jump out gang in the mains

Wet mandown with this Rambo, don’t think you can firm this blade

67 we dem big homies with waps

Little homies, mind your chat

It ain’t nuttin to get man wacked

Trapping ain’t dead, I’m still juggin then

Bitch niggas, your whole squad that’s full of them

Lurk around where the pagans chill

Catch someone and bullet them

Big gun with a clip on the side holding 20 odd corn

I hope that we see all of them

Knife works best cheff a man watch his blood spill

That’s #SlauterTing (Twentyone)

Serving all these packs

Counting up all this cash

2 litre ding-dong

Come round do man dirty

6 shots in that spin

I need me one that holds about 30

Gang just brought a new wap

Lets get lurky

Gauge come lick out a mans back

What’s going out worthy

Tell my young boy lay low

We just scored on the opps and he’s doing up servery

17 ain’t scored on no one

They bang for their bros cos dem man nerdy

You think they come to the block and we won’t get lurky

4 door truck driving around for hours tryna get squirty

Last madness, I had the man that guy got slapped with loads of pebs

Could have got chingged or left him dead

Either way he got left all drenched

You might see me with Skrill or Skeng

But don’t mention man in the ends

Boot man instant get a man qwenged

.44 fully loaded Rem

Might step round there with no type of friend

Man step round there with bro’s only that’s smokes in coats no meds

Big jackets, big qweffers

Big hammers, ripped sweaters

Dem man talking wass till we come round and leave man stretchered

We used to step round der

Used to pedal round der, like Tour De France

Do it like yardman, one hand 'pon my hip

That’s the gunman stance

We walk on streets bare smoke that’s heat

That’s even in the dance

Free Hoops dats bro from day

Trench coats we’re filling grant

Fuck these niggas coming like bitches where there sending

Big Rambo, make sure you don’t get up when I drench him

Lines on, 24's all the kitty’s phone for that leng ting

Walked into the bando, all the nitties scream when I stepped in

Waps, lost another one

Then we got another one

You don’t wanna be another one

Step with the wand Harry Potter one

Red tape color one

But money haffi make, I bake bread, toast it and butter one

Jump out gang with the frier, had enough of the chasing tryna cut a one

On your block on serious gang shit, tryna get your head, chest Blow your hair

.44 corn make a big man dance, he’s done out here

How many time have we gone round there and left something done out there?

Now I hear there’s feds and dogs out there