Section Boyz - Section Music 2 lyrics

[Produced by: LA Beats] [Verse 1: Deepee] Oi boom, out 'ere givin man hope Chartin Trap clartin Still out 'ere givin man dope Still roll up, givin man smoke And I've been open I can let a man, Zs been copin But the line's been dead, been soakin Joke ting Rapper boy's Happs, man knows them I put grams in bags I need racks on racks not clothing I got Ahks on Ahks Ever need a hand, them ah got my contact, gon' phone it Trap in a tracksuit, man's roadman Gonna take man's pack, man's zonin Smoking lala late in a truck with Konan Wait on your spot then we go in it [Verse 2: Swift] Madman Rockstar Take the pack, gotcha Tracky Maff like, what's swarve? Man ah fly, helicopter Boom bye, call a doctor Sound it off like an opera Gang gang doin Uber Bang bang like Vector Trap trap, movin stuff Pack buff like banker Trap nuff cause man's extra Won't re up on no letter Nuff gyal like Hugh Hefner Wanna meet and greet, Imma let her Slap slap from a vetra Sadder man do pressure [Verse 3: Sleeks] Ps on me Peng bobby I fly OT to feed zombies Zip zip from the pocket And I click click if he dodgy Man bag lookin stocky And this double G lookin bossy f** a gyal, she want co*ky SB we the Section posse And I swear, oh no Since MOBOs nuff man callin man bro bro Peng tings ridin rodeo When I'm smokin dope Section still shuttin down shows T lifestyle, grabbin and go Hi and bye, hello and go It's the life that I chose [Verse 4: Inch] Listen, Look pon on my shoes Them boogers ain't hard Got a one eye uncle, lives in yard They said I began down the downwards path Now they wanna smell when they hear man bars Can't ramp with the goons, blood you don't want war Step in your face but you wanna war, wah Bros them tints them black like tar Look now everybody now wanna know war [Verse 5: Knine] You don't really catch me ravin Unless I'm shellin down stages Came from ringin off spinners And shellin off gauges Run in ya spot, empty a safe Time is money, I hate runnin late 'Migos ándale ándale Need them packs commin double way Blew off some flavors and meditate Wake up, every day is a jook day Os in a rack stack on the M-way Pull up, brap brap then car skate I be kickin back Cali in the ash tray Young boy get at me When the pack come in I'm happy Click clack get strappy [Verse 6: Littlez] Step in your block With the long clip Put the mask on, that's a horror film Work on a man, feds followin Know I can get locked, man's lodgin em Spend racks on packs, get gone again Trap line got tapped, man's floodin em Told man I can't come round jugglin Usain Bolt in your flat get run up in Street life have my mummsy worryin I was on road with the warriors Used to go halves on the onions Now they pay homage and honor us See the whole Z goin up Block them gyal, wanna holler us Man ah give work to the minions Tell em go get that gwalla up