6 Shots - Tremz

[Hook}

Oh in my gun I’ve got 6 shots

It’s all fun and games 'till they hit opps

You know the bando is haunted aaahhh

You know the bando is haunted

My neighbours are pissed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'

Rubber rubber rubber burnin'

Ring ring on my graft phone

I got the punt (?) and it still serves it

Ay la' it’s a massacre

With FTR 'cause we murder

Lil' man’s got the rrr-bow

With the rrr-bow be a purger

I’m the type to get it done

I’ll turn up at your ma’s gaff

Like bitch wheres your son

Better bring him to this door

Before your skin-head gets done

Why you love runnin' them gums

That’s why we’re at your drum

Like ayy, get outside lad

The other side ain’t bad

Two FTMers on a dirt bike

That’s two members with waps

Look last week they had no dough

So this week they hit the graft

For the riches, fuck the rats

Pull up, hop out and bang

P-p-pull up, hop out and bang

All that shit it don’t matter

I got twenty two in this wapper

And one thousand grams on your napper

Scouse trappin' Tremzy I’m a trapper

Oldschool hit a goldmine

Now little rats gonna hold nine

Look kid I know your history

You’re a crack head like your old man

I just robbed your plug

Now I’m joggin', I’m joggin

In the graft house baggin' Os

Bag-baggin' up dozens

Now I’m joggin', I’m joggin

In the graft house baggin' Os

Bag-baggin' up dozens

[Hook}

Oh in my gun I’ve got 6 shots

It’s all fun and games 'till they hit opps

You know the bando is haunted aaahhh

You know the bando is haunted

My neighbours are pissed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'

Rubber rubber rubber burnin'

Ring ring on my graft phone

I got the punt (?) and it still serves it

Ay la' it’s a massacre

With FTR 'cause we murder

Lil' man’s got the rrr-bow

With the rrr-bow be a purger

The money’s the root of the evil

We all still fuckin' love it

P-p-posted up with Makarov

That’s my Russian cousin

Three to eight, old-school days

Four to five paranoid days

Sleepin' with that metal stake

R.I.P my brother Dray

I take these cougars on the daily

One’s fourty-five and thirty-eight

Thirty-eight she cannot wait

She wants that food up on her plate

Fourty-five, she looks so shy

She wants that money out your safe

Both of them get what they want

Hit the move and skrr away

Rubber rubber rubber burnin'

Rubber rubber rubber burnin'

(Oh in my gun I’ve got 6 shots

It’s all fun and games 'till they hit opps

You know the bando is haunted aaahhh

You know the bando is haunted aaahhh)

[Hook}

Oh in my gun I’ve got 6 shots

It’s all fun and games 'till they hit opps

You know the bando is haunted aaahhh

You know the bando is haunted

My neighbours are pissed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'

Rubber rubber rubber burnin'

Ring ring on my graft phone

I got the punt (?) and it still serves it

Ay la' it’s a massacre

With FTR 'cause we murder

Lil' man’s got the rrr-bow

With the rrr-bow be a purger