TKO - Bang lyrics

[Verse 1: TKO] Out here getting this scrilla Tryna get the stach as tall as a pillar Tryna save up for a new shape Bimmer Matte black, might call her Cilla Looking like a player for Aston Villa Not that, FT is the team If you violate, might see me with a skinner Might see me with a nank Got shoebox money, I ain't part of a bank I play with the all hard food to the dank Family Tree so I ain't got a rank But I move like a boss And on my chest, you might see Ralph or Lacoste And I'm getting dough from Charlton to New Cross For the dough, dem ballers get crossed Yo Get quick brain from a bosh Then it's back to the trap, G, I'm out for the dosh Can't tell me I ain't on my job Holla at JB, that's my n***a Knuck knuck with the pump, that's a real k**er Go KFC, get corn in your top My YGs round here move too iller Ask what I'm moving, don't be inner Getting too big for your boots, G, slim up If you're eating, I'll rob your dinner Ain't talking 'bout oxtail [?] 'Nuff man tell me they're married to the streets But I k**ed that hoe just like Jack the Ripper You don't wanna come my side of the river Cold here, make outsiders shiver [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Cold here, make outsiders shiver Dem man wanna talk like they're involved in crime They must be talking litter Never have I been hurt by a gold digger Ain't inna likkle man chat and chitter I bang bang early, never been late Got a real steady aim, I'm a target hitter Got a baseball bat, I'm a cranium splitter So much 'gnac that I fear for my liver So much bud that I fear for my lungs Cause I'm really out here getting these funds I don't really care what dem man done I don't give a f**, I made him run Enemies better stop moving dumb Cause I'm one step away from finding the drum Bun out your chest just like white rum There ain't one boy I won't tell s** your mum So if you don't like me, s** your mum I've been doing this ting from young Done said I've been doing it from day one When dem girl dere didn't have no bum If you've got a problem, say it to my face Get clapped over right in the same place Yeah, I'm Merky ACE Don't be fooled cause I've got a baby face Holler at TK cuh that's my family Trust me, he's much more than a mate I'm a badboy, fam, I don't care 'bout age Squeeze off the pump and make the ground shake But I ain't just on beef I'm out here getting this cake [Verse 3: TKO] Out here getting this cake See me in a blue moon on the estate I keep it moving, money I make Yeah, I do road with the chrome ting But I think I might switch to the fake I call up Realz if I want a 28 Calls in a day? I be getting many, mate I keep my shots balls, I don't wanna get bagged Out here, there's too many jakes [?] not many cakes Dargs and connects but not many mates I've got my mind and my money So sorry, B, I don't really wanna date I do me, I don't really watch face You can try me, I've copped a milli in case I give the girls dem willy in face Trust me, you don't wanna come to my strip Cuh my young Gs do get silly with 8s Tuesday, I was at Lily's with ACE Hennessy, I be sipping it straight Told you, I don't go raving loose True talk, we got the millis in place So keep on thinking it ain't that I will leave man's head all over the place f** discrete, I go for the face Man are OG with the ting So get down when you see me go for the waist ACE got a blade that will open your face If I'm in your yard, then show me the safe [Verse 4: Merky ACE] If I'm in your yard, then show me the safe You should know I've got evil traits Don't give it up? Then you'll get sent to the gates Of hell when I squeeze and beat off eight Told man already, don't doubt the ACE Don't go gym but I bang for the weight I bang for my family, not for a name And I'm so laidback But I'll lick you in the face with the wickedest strap Man round here move nuts with the lead You can get your headtop filled with that Can't break a branch off the family You'll get slapped in the head with a stick by T Don't think us man just MC Still in the trap tryna make that P I will violate you if you violate me It's an eye for an eye, we both will see Like say I didn't do postcode greaze Get slapped up for the name of your street Let something bang like the name of the beat My old boy gets prang when I play with the heat I'm a loose cannon, let it rain on the street f** five-O, they ain't caging me And it's a normal headshot Drag a man straight out of his own dreadlocks Tinted whip, screech off when the feds stop I dare man try put me in a headlock Get shanked up in your side, get a red top Say you've got a shotty but you ain't seen red dots Sawn-off or get a sawn-off headtop Headshot, normal, normal, headshot