QUIETPVCK - Came In Da Room lyrics

[Verse 1: BT] Like came in the room with a broom Face all over the room Like boom bang face in the news, you manner get caught Like boombang manner get boomed Looking in the shoebox I don't want shoes, f**ing fool You neeks keep cutting the .44 drama Man you get drummered Little man boy man get blubbered His heart ain't in it but all of a sudden he's thugging n***a that's rubbish Rah [?] face get tarnished, everything f**ed n***a they leave him all red, leave him all rum up He's talking, he's talking to feds, manner get dargg up [Verse 2: Rendo] Trap line sent a text [?] to get a boy down for a cheque Bad b**h says he's a keeper, something like Cech But f** that, I don't want a keeper I just want net I'ma cop me a nine piece, when I rob the connect sh** grub say you get gwop, say you whip food But your food don't stretch Bad b**h chilling in the room The b**h got a cut if she don't give neck Young G sneaked in the room with a broom Hands up, tell a n***a don't stress Yard man ting man, big up a big grey spliff In a room full of sess Close up shots man, slap up a boy, heads back in the light see stripes Gang ting, peng ting, s** on my joints then left x2 [Verse 3: T.Syikes] How you on the block everyday but you ain't getting paid These n***as so laid back (joke) I be in the bando for weeks, trust me I trap everyday How you got guns but you ain't got gwop, little n***a stop lying Manner head top frying, two shells in a [?] giving two boom bowing Trust me, when I see my young G's posted it out on the block with the shavers When I was broke, n***as didn't want to break bread And now want to ask me for favours We be counting up papers, you're trying to get famous Clearly we are on different stages Gunshots for them haters, I don't watch faces My n***as bake bread like bakers Couple shots in the ladder, you don't want to see me step with BT I'm straight on sight for an opp, I'm two shots up if you see me n***as don't bang, they don't make bread How these n***as so neeky? Anytime mans down for the beef, but other then that mans out for my P, G Manner talk about these P's here, but that, there's a whole different money Manner take a grown n***as women Manner take a grown n***as money Now I got that bro n***as money Yeah I have that golddigger money How's man calling my phone Talking about I owe manner money How the f** can I owe manner money? Dumb n***a, dumb n***a Manner roll round with a gun n***a Two shots up, S run n***a, run n***a Manner get turn up, see them n***as? Them n***as there get bun up Two shells yeah I want to run up My n***as on the come up How's man talking about packs? (My mans squad, mans squad getting drum up, yeah mans squad's getting drum up) [Verse 4: Mdargg] Dip dip in the face, no bally Woosh a n***a down in the alley (dead boy!) Boom bang out of that German, lick a n***a out of his tracky (boom bow!) Don't want to be a pack, red dot pon your head, man will turn you paki You n***as stacking for that Louis, Gucci I can't pay for a taxi (f**ed up!) Shoot from hoopties, had to shot the hooptie Done a madting, sad (madting) If I ain't been around, ain't been about moving dark low on the trap Boomting want to just jerk off the tings and clap Boomting baker s** off my joints and trap (uck) Now I'm getting grown woman hat, manner take a grown man pack And if he act up, man will have to show him the mack, he might have to hold one infact [?] my bro Pistol, I had to show him how to trap He was like [?] Upsuh to [?] x2 [?] (trust me)