[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavy
SK's moving mad, you know

[Chorus]
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know

[Verse 1]
Bro bro said: "Akh, lets turn up“
I told him: "Takе us to them paigon blocks“ (Skrrrt)
He said: "My hitta, which one?“
I told him: "All four, lеts turn man off“ (all of dem)
New plates stolen, car its off
See Askar and we're riding off
My bros are skitz for the way they ride
We're sliding and then skating off (stop running boy)
I don't know why they talk on us, but true say, we're the talk of the town
Creep up when an opp gets found
Put knives in necks, so he can't make sounds
Shh got his top chopped and his brain got dead
I guess that trim was loud (bow)
2019 bare man got drilled by the Malis in Camden Town
3-8 spin on a young-boy, gun-boy
Do a drill and then burn my clothes (burn 'em)
Sorry Hooya, I ain't coming home
I scored me a screamer, a golden goal (woiyoi)
Pray my Salah, head down like Mo
Forgive me Allah, I gotta fly up O
White and B, like the panda pole
That's bands like ray from a Lyca phone (ring, ring, ring)
In the kitchen with a TT, GG, flick that wrist and then whip that yay (whip it)
Bro do milly, go milly that flake
And turn that rock, then supply on pave
Trap take off in full like Migos, no recall, but I still get paid (Money)
Girl give brain, give power like paddy
Energy up then I'm outta ya' gaze (get outta here)
[Chorus]
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know

[Verse 2]
I don't care what they say, its he say, she say
In my opinion I'm the best in drill (course I am)
I just came fresh home, and I'm lurking around, circle around there for the kill (who wants it?)
Twin rambizy, one Jack or Jill
Fuck that, give him both from his head to his heels
Any vio, wet him up like Liido and ching anyone who try tell me chill (ching)
I've been bad from young like Ashley
Ride out, shotgun on the backseat (backseat)
Shotgun with the shotgun 12 gauge in my lap, and I'm fucking kacsi (don't come here)
I don't know nuttin' about tappy
Fuck a gun, lean, press it and get slappy (bow)
In this concrete jungle I'm Tarzan
Real Camden don't tell me about Dappy (CT1)
And this bird on my balls like Totty, she just wanna ride and suck this cocky (go on then)
I love when she's doing up thotty
She can hold this wap, but she can't be Bonnie (no way)
Slide, slide two slugs in the dotty, its more lethal when you chop it properly (bow)
Or 3-8 on a young-boy, gun-boy
You'll be pissed if the feds don't stop me (keep runnin boy)
That's six feet down in the muddy ground
Haha, that's a hi, then bye (bye)
Five-door-whip, four guys in the ride
Three guys jump out and then one got swiped
Bare kuff, kuff and then ching, ching
Real life bros so we share that glide (ching, ching)
Can't rate them, but I can't blame them
Cah even I'd skate if I saw us slide (boom, boom bow)
[Chorus]
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know
CT1 to the AG, baby
Straight violence when we step on road
The opps crying, cah their friends in holes
Stanley Yelnats, dig that hole
Look at this brownie, looking like candy
Excuse me darling, I mean: "Darling yo!“
Darling, pardon like Harlem O
But its C-Town, girl, if you know you know