Harlem Spartans
Hood Up
[Intro]
(Madara
Fresh money, baby
It's ZCBeats
Traphouse Mob)

[Verse 1: Bis]
Drill up the place then dash
I bet they only show me they backs
Step out the ride with sam's
That's when bro puts it all in your back
Fact, them gyal thicker then Mac
Fact, them man lie in their rap
Facts, I want rocks and a wrap
I could tell you 'bout trap
I could tell you 'bout banging, slanging
Slang it off, it's no cap
My shotter slang it off at your hat
I aim to pack him on an attack
Two times, they came round banging
So we banged 'til two man got blammed
She rid more times than you, are you mad?
She even camped with me and the gang

[Chorus: Blanco]
Pull up, balaclava, hood up
Bdd skk skkd
T Trap in the trap, bookah
Pull on the work, might push hеr
Other mates on cooker
Prеss in the chest, push up
Splash with the splash, butcher
[Verse 2: Suspect]
AG, we love that tour
Minus one, now I call them four
Throw up a five, get swiped and bored
Try cross that road, got rammed and floored
I do it for gang, you do it for whores
Pull up and bang or swing my sword
He got cheffed and left on the floor
That kuff went hell, not sent to the Lord
"Ay Sus, you're way too rude"
I don't care, cah I hate these yutes
He got a back shot, go past backed him
Bro got shh on the frontline too
Man can't throw up a P or Q
Or me and S gon' look for you
There's no way we'll call a truce
I just want all these opps in zoots

[Verse 3: Blanco]
Them man don't ride, they Snap
Reveal that wap then bang like Beñat
GG, spin the Medan
And the trench is peak where it all began
Drill for the sword, advance
GG drift, Tokyo or Japan
Start a war, let it ring like Iran
T in the T
When I smoke, they running, McQueens
ST drilling, no fleeing the scene
No pulling machines then bro intervenes
Trap or bang or both in between
Smooth Criminal, Billie Jean
Take your princess cut through jean
Ride with team and get fried like cuisine
[Verse 4: Bis]
Groovy, groovy
Two guns, no movie
Grown gyal wan' do me
Hand ting buss, no Little Uzi
Pull up at random
Bro's from Camden
We spill juice on a tantrum
Mad ting, mad ting
I can't fathom how he chats like he's slanging

[Verse 5: Suspect]
Make cats line up for the rock
Like Dwayne Johnson, just made a new movie
SY called his mindi Susie
And she a thot, ask n***as from QC
Opps just chat and they just confuse me
Then do dash whilst they tryna lose me
Who's he, who's he?
Target confirmed, then jump out the hoopty, gang

[Chorus: Blanco]
Pull, pull up, balaclava, hood up
Bdd skk skkd
T Trap in the trap, bookah
Pull on the work, might push her
Other mates on cooker
Press in the chest, push up
Splash with the splash, butcher
[Outro]
(Madara
Fresh money, baby
It's ZCBeats
Traphouse Mob)