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Scouse trappin' Tremz I'm scouse trappin' Tremz I pull up on a rat boy and let off the MAC-10 I pull up to my ex bitch like hel-hello again I don't want that pum-pum I send it on to my friend Ay laah Scouse trappin' Tremz I'm scouse trappin' Tremz I pull up on a rat boy and let off the MAC-10 I pull up to my ex bitch like hel-hello again I don't want that pum-pum I send it on to my friend Ay laah Ket wigs in Liverpool Are like dread-heads in Chicago Got a sketty bum from Park Road That has crack right in her asshole She's on a train goin' outta town To link little man with that parcel Little man's on a anythin' He's got gunners with him like Arsenal On a quad or on a bike 'Bout to go and do dumb shit Letras de cancionesMan-bag full of bullets And they got the MAC on 'em Better run kid And anybody's ever done him wrong They better run far lad This is raw scouse, like raw buj And I'll sell that to your ma' lad And Bally Jones, I'll be ballied up Three fifth for my double pump Fifteen for my two fifty I'll get it back when I hit the jump You can go and ask K-O-D About a rat man, he'll get bullied up For the riches and fuck the rats Thats Bigzy I'm tryna double up In there more than ten toes deep I ain't tryna squash no beef On graft I've had no sleep And if we get nicked lad we won't speak It's our kid in his damn cap But he's never been to the dam lad He loves weed and motorbikes For a new bike he'll go so ham Scouse trappin' out the Lanny Got hollow heads for this wammy Got condoms for the gally And I'll bang her in my bally I got your main bird in my DMs And that bitch is so scatty I'll smoke your cousin Like nothin' happened Then walk away so happy Scouse trappin' Tremz I'm scouse trappin' Tremz I pull up on a rat boy and let off the MAC-10 I pull up to my ex bitch like hel-hello again I don't want that pum-pum I send it on to my friend Ay laah Scouse trappin' Tremz I'm scouse trappin' Tremz I pull up on a rat boy and let off the MAC-10 For the riches and fuck the rats Don't make me say it again I'll doggy your sister And make her brag about it to her friends Ay laah My teams full of winners Your teams full of winnets Bigzy had the man-bag Like ay guess whats in it Ay why'd you think you're the man You can't dodge bullets, oh damn Ay why'd you think you're the man Ay bullet, bullet go bang Scouse trappin' Tremz I'm scouse trappin' Tremz I pull up on my ex bitch like hel-hello again For the riches and fuck the rats Don't make me say it again I got a bullet, I got a bullet For your friend Ay laah My team's full of go getters Your teams got no weapons Our kid is a known shanker Say a baptist, he's gonna wet ya Broke boy, you're a broke boy You've got no money, that's no cheddar OT like little Cs, that's my bredda, that's my bredda I-I-I don't think they want no war 'Cause all they seem to do is talk Grab your bally load your John Cast the rats and end 'em all I'm FTR, I play no games I cast the rats and end 'em all FTR I play no games Ay laah From way back I've been bangin' out It's always been my mission Bigzy's still graftin' And I ain't seen him for a minute I'm a dark soul, you're an asshole That's why you don't get no women I've got long Johns full of hot ones Hearin' Macaroni dishes (?) From way back I've been a bad breed And FTRs my mob Young Tremz with the chubby belly I still ran from plod I've never had no olders, all them older boys got robbed And I swear they're gonna shoot me and all now I ain't been shot (On my bike I'm leathered up About to go and get dough) They're like Tremz don't get 'em But who got 'em, I don't know But i bet we still get nicked though And I bet they let us go I bet we've all got alibis ('Cause i was with my bro) Ay, scouse trappin' You get me, FTR, scouse trappin' Tremz Remember the name Mob mobbidy FTR Bang boys From Letras Mania