Punch Line (Freestyle) Lyrics by M1llionz
[Intro]
Yo
Lagga
[Verse 1]
This ain't no punchline rap (No)
This that M from North West, increase the gun crime rap (Bah)
This that dash the hood phone and bring the cunch lines back (Grr)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (Trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londeners and Scousers (No shit)
Not to mention yutes from the spot that think they're 'bout it
Researchin' rehab centers on them Google browsers (Haha, haha)
Just tryna find estates with the most council houses
There's always one cat where everyone says, "Don't serve him"
Me, I link him straight away, look in his eyes and burst him (Real shit)
He said these other trappers see him callin' and curve him (Huh?)
I don't know why these other shottas get so nervous (I don't)
Yardie dances got me askin' yutes, "What's the angle?" (What's the problem?)
Them days, twelve gauge with a wooden handle (Da-da-da-baow)
Drop the box in the ST, stolen manual (Skrr)
They hide and we seek with this steel bangle
Check it though, you could weigh twenty stone
I got this .44, what I bought from sellin' twenty stones
Get it though, slap your friend if he don't get involved (Pussy)
Either way, if he gets involved then he's gettin' smoked (Straight)
Lagga
[Chorus]
Bro, I'm in the trap now, I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now and you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background, get left in the past tense (Skrr)
[Verse 2]
Mm, mm, it's time to roll again
Send a text out in the mornin', it's time for openin' (Brr)
When I woke up, had no credit, topped up my phone again (Uh-huh)
By the seaside with the sand, pebble the stone again (OT, I'm trappin')
Mm, it's off the dome again (Woah)
It's a stolen vehicule that me and Hothead be rollin' in (Skrr)
Gotta have a mask on me fillin' up the petroleum (Gassed it)
I was up in Swindon when Rimmz was with the Bristolians (Trappin')
Activation, I'm Jamaican
Nan goin' emancipation for graduation (Granny)
To feed my fam, that's an obligation
Even if it's from drug dealin' occupations (Trappin')
Tryna put money in stocks and tradin'
But the fans on my case, true, I got 'em waitin' (They're pissed)
Lizzy stressed too, true, I got her waitin' (Ringin' my line)
Now I'm eatin', why these niggas body shamin'? (Yo, why?)
I got the beat back, my seat back, rollin' with a G pack
I know the roads, brother, I don't need maps (Waze)
Miami traffic in a E-Class, Glock on my waist
Got my chain on, I need that, you ediat (Pussy)
Can't trust niggas that spread propaganda
Ask them who told them and they ain't got an answer (Huh?)
Chat like bitches, gotta call them man Samantha
Got this big .9 on me up in Casablanca
Thirty-six for twenty-eight, twenty-eight for eleven-fifty
At the intersection tryna dodge another section sixty (Skrr)
Joe called for four white, two dark, he just spent a pinky
Three for twenty-five, get sevenl items if you bring a nitty (No shit)
That's quick maths but I ain't Big Shaq (Lagga)
I'm in the yardie, dance with this big strap (Doo-doo)
Oats tryna find this ganja and rizzla
Hit the snap if you smoke Billy Kimber (Brr)
A nigga still puttin' waps up in gym bags (Haha)
My Amiris keep the .44 intact
And you can see the imprint on the picture (No shit)
So I had to blur that shit for the Insta
[Chorus]
Bro, I'm in the trap now, I was in the trap then
You ain't in the trap now and you wasn't back then
J got the SK and Ras got the MAC-10
If you're in the background, get left in the past tense
[Outro]
Rah, it's Bkay, you know?
Joce, right? (Joce, right? Joce, right?)
How's your real love life?
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