TPL (OTP) - Haringey Borough lyrics

[Chorus: Sava] TPL, Haringey Borough Bro got beef round there, one hunna All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah If I shoot won’t miss like Salah I get up close, gotta back this cutter Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter Who or where? Let me ching that fu*ker TPL, Haringey Borough Bro got beef round there, one hunna All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah If I shoot won’t miss like Salah I get up close, gotta back this cutter Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter Who or where? Let mе ching that fu*ker [Verse 1: BM] Been through her, her and hеr, her and her When they ask me, I don’t know about her Never lacking got it on me like durr Pop that smoke that’s coyote first See a pagan and paint reverse Hop in that gear, line’s been rehearsed Don’t think twice, [?] Be on time cah the clock is ticking, no tik tok when the gang is gripping Demon time when the opps go missing, hold up Who’s dissing? It can’t be them cah the score tells different She gets on her knees so she can’t get kisses She a bad B, I can’t call her missus Been through stainless steel like b*tches [Verse 2: Mini] We spend 5s so the opps can’t face it He got soaked, now he’s dehydrated Bro got the drop so he held that shaving Pass me the mop, gotta clean these pavements Pour me a cup, might drink on occasion Just got a phone call, bro still hopeful, free AR, got him down in the station On social and my opps get vocal, they test me till I lose my patience Bulletproof vest might save him Go see how their whole block’s vacant, streets too cold so they take vacations I’ll crash this car at a pagan, skengs get bust when his life gets taken God knows if they’re writing statements, can’t be us, we stay far from bacon [Verse 3: Sava] Pop that door, take that crow and move that sh*t for the low I’m on the **** block, can’t find me a soul, we circle the **** like G.I Joe Me and bruce put on a show, find me one then I rise this pole Done me a drill, now I gotta lay low If I back my ramz, he’ll leave his bro On the roads when beef’s intense Hence why I can’t sit on the fence I’m looking at bro like it don’t make sense Score me an opp, I ain’t wearing no lens Ride to the **** with a stick, no pool How you jumping on tracks? What a fu*king fool sh*t ain’t cool if I back this tool, can’t fu*k with the opps, that’s a basic rule [Chorus: Sava] TPL, Haringey Borough Bro got beef round there, one hunna All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah If I shoot won’t miss like Salah I get up close, gotta back this cutter Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter Who or where? Let me ching that fu*ker [Verse 4: BM] She wants to go T with G that’s I, sorry baby maybe another time I’m with five guys, we don’t let sh*t slide Be Bonnie and Clyde and still get fried The pressure applied, so the opps don’t ride Got the drop on an opp like a dirty cop Up in the field like Berbatov Still got beef and earning gwop [Verse 5: Mini] Take man’s rib leave him walking I’m a real bad man in the field like Lampard Sock in his mouth, no talking Get hit and they ain’t respawning Don’t slip cah your life’s important Ask my man how his life got tortured No players and they ain’t been scoring You ain’t a bad boy, your chance got boring [Chorus: Sava] TPL, Haringey Borough Bro got beef round there, one hunna All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah If I shoot won’t miss like Salah I get up close, gotta back this cutter Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter Who or where? Let me ching that fu*ker Fumez The Engineer DT5 on the beat RK on the beat