[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
HL8
Brigade
Gotcha Bxtch
Traphouse Mob

[Verse 1: Y.Twigz]
Roll up in black and grab that, cock that, aim it up and then blam man (Bow)
Still do it for my MG brothers, man march Siraq, Tulse Hill and Santans
Man skrr to the K or the Prince like a mad man, the drills are real this ain't Gangland (Gangland)
The drills are real, this ain't fake
How many times DB drop man on the pave?
You don't know nuttin 'bout CMG bang
N***a [?] love Forest estate
They come round 'ere, get chased, get shaved, how the fuck can they talk on my mates?
Go ride for your bro's, how much mans been graved
Free up the opps, free up my mates
Free up YM and LA, still locked 'cause a opp slipped and got shaved
Was bait but bro still b-b-backed that blade
Baitest antics, bang on the K
Them days we were doing drills for an ace
Ten man deep tryna ching up your mate

[Verse 2: DRose]
Man cut down crops and chop down blocks
Load that truck and tape off blocks
She want love don't give two fucks, just suck my cock and take this nut
Move like jakes, 'cause she talks 'bout cuff
Grab her hair, 'cause she likes it rough
On your thot pull out and buss or on your block pull out and buss
Can't show me no one I trust
I love my bro's, hoe don't get love
Hear hi-hats when I beat that drum
Dis one kicks call it bass drum (Get it,Boom)
I drink my [?] you get red rum
[Verse 3: CRose]
Five man up in the ride, one bruck down set let that blow
Five man did that dash, four got away but one had to go
And I ain't gotta rap on beats, I'm stuck in the trap on grinding mode
If you see Dsav with Skeng, that's violence and shanks in coats
We riding tryna turn man ghost
We do more than poke
Jump out on the LTH, shout JaySav, he was way too slow
And I don't wanna sound like this but I can name bare man that didn't come home
We now 'bout beefing kids but they don't wan learn so they soon get smoked
They can never talk 'bout facts
Explain how you got that hat, shout big bro 'cah he got down Latz but lets not talk 'bout that
Your whole gang just do it for snap
Them man wasting corn, we step round there tryna turn man pack
Back strap your friends, take two pulls and it's back to the trap
What you know about bando living, smoking fags tryna get these racks
What you know by four by four that's hands in gloves tryna get man whacked
They get poked and still talk trash
It's almost the end of the year, fuck sake go do the maths

[Verse 4: Y.Twigz]
I don't wanna hear that the ting just rip my coat cus I know that shit didn't happen
Step on your block with R,N,A that's three man step yeah we had shit patterned
Rammy on my waist, bally on my face, get round there even though mans knackered
You love talking about slapping off hand tings, shout D2 he got a serious splashing
You guys are neeks and you're always lacking, man do it like Reekz and put wholes in your belly
Went [?] SK done leggy, Five man up and he still couldn't touch man
He try dash , he got whacked by sammy
How you gonna lie about stabbing my mates when four of your guys got stabbed that day
Fuck with the Hill get stamped and shaved
Man ride for my bros ballys, guns and blades
Man ride for my bros ballys, guns and blades