lirik lagu traumz – hoods hottest
[intro]
yo, traumz
manchester, m16
p110, hoods hottest
yeah, free my guys
[verse]
i’m tryna get rich, not die trying
50 cent that’s why a week i’m flippin’ z’s
break a corner into pebs
that’s a quarter bird, nando’s chicken breast
up n’ down, in n’ out got me feelin’ stressed
trap spots in a mess, i don’t really give a f
i got my own yard, i ain’t tryna live in there
feds on my case, they want me in the bin again
free all my n~ggas in the pen
when i whip a z up straight like a spirit level
i got the pyrex bowl, let me fill this kettle
i got the fattest wraps and i got the biggеst pebbles
i’m on a differеnt level
i ain’t changed, i’m still a rebel
i was broke back then but now i’m livin’ better
i’ll graft in any weather, i’m just tryna stack this cheddar
24/7 graftin’ got me tired and fed up
now i got my bread up, all these n~ggas lookin’ jealous
24/7, 365, only the lord can stop my grind
all night i’ve been choppin’ white
i just wrap it in cling, no knots n’ ties
bi~carb when i’m whippin’ white
got the stove doin’ bits tonight
lookin’ like porridge when i drop this bi
whip it til’ it locks up tight
cold water or a block of ice
you know i get it back when it drops n’ dries
i leave it on the ledge until its proper dry
this bones yellow but the top looks white
straight drop it when i wash it
gotta bag it, gotta chop it
then i stack this profit
tt got that fire work, rocket
got that sample to johnny and he said that its atomic
my hood is the hottest, that’s enough said
i spit facts and i keep it 100
i came up off this top n’ bottom, bunk bed
all this shine got my haters lookin’ upset
valentino footsteps, gucci on my rucksack
i was trappin’ in the rain on my pushbike
i come a long way from that bud line
i’m just tryna live that good life
early mornings, late night, tryna get my cake right
tryna dodge the wing like i ain’t tryna take flight
whippin’ top and baggin’ bottom at the same time
handle corners when i whip and then i break light
you know me, m16, ot
i’ve been at it from young on these cold streets
armed blags n’ gettin’ chased by the police
they had me mixing tuna with them coley’s
give me 6 weeks, i’ll pebble down a whole key
but i’m still hungry like i don’t eat
they got my n~gga on the run for shottin’ coke keys
ap’s and roley’s turns us into codee’s
robbin’ jewellers armed, we had to hold a charge
i had the audemars way before i sold the dark
we used to roll around strapped up in stolen cars
it was hot as f~ck but we had the coldest hearts
couple years in the bin kinda changed me
i weren’t tryna go back prison for that same thing
i started trappin’, took a while then i made it happen
i put bands down once i done that packin’
15 racks that’s just my season jackets
i got the [?] spikes jacket with the gucci pattern
i thank the lord for them nitties that pay me
cos i can’t go to work for no minimum wages
i don’t know about no payslips
yayo in the pyrex, watch me whip it like i’m david
i ain’t got no license, i’ll still pull up in that sp~ceship
i did jail with lifers, i was ridin’ time on basic
i came up from nuttin’, my life was kinda basic
i know there’s couple n~ggas that don’t wanna see me make it
b~tches want my babies, i ain’t got no time for ladies
unless its in the night time cos i’d rather do this day shift
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