เนื้อเพลง Guns up - Bad Boy Chiller Crew
เนื้อเพลง Guns up
You're listening to the sounds of the BBCC
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Yo rude boy, you don't want beef
Four-by-four, challenge three, blast out in Jeeps
Jump out, switch colleague
Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees
I'ma bad boy out and out
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks
When you hear this tune, put your Guns up b*tch
Yo, wise head there for a husk of honour
Beef kicks off but I love the drama
No fists, no kicks when I put my 'clava
Boys gon' ride, where the f*ck the Karma?
Yo my guys all action, no talkin'
Big whip, all blacked-out, we chargin'
Bigs up the guy who we shottin'
B slam, be nice, then we floor it
Lines at the crook, get it four-by-four
Some gold chains, drive past fast, strong 'complice
Leather gloves on, that's no trace
No face, no case, just road rage
Three boys in the back and we hit your block
And the boys super quick, don't piss me off
At your back door, I'ma grit the lot
Got the keys from the cat and the track's enough
Yo rude boy, you don't want beef
Four-by-four, challenge three, blast out in Jeeps
Jump out, switch colleague
Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees
I'ma bad boy out and out
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks
When you hear this tune, put your guns up b*tch
Million brands on my jeans
Drive fast in that Bim, no police
When I stop and ask for our bean, tell 'em
You can s*ck on these ...
Yo, Abi got a late night, 'til the daytime
Get a lick real quick in the A05
I stay alive, we drive bare right
We don't pay fines, we might take lives
You got big whips for them ram raids
Big packs of that damn grade
Big batch when I'm backstage
I got big bites for the landscapes
Yo, drug likers, cops on watch
Doors get locked then doors get propped
Kens get raided, crops get chopped
Wars go local, boys go not
Yo rude boy, you don't want beef
Four-by-four, challenge three, blast out in Jeeps
Jump out, switch colleague
Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees
I'ma bad boy out and out
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks
When you hear this tune, put your guns up b*tch
I'm living life bro, get off my back
Everytime I hit the town I go daft
Hit JD, just spent five racks
Shut down shows, made that straight back
Okay, been a bad boy from the get go
Drugs and drink might take toll
I got fuel like petrol, b*tch I make go
Free drinks, cold, let's go
You BBCC, get to know
This time I'm back with a jet to blow
I've got more damn snow than an eskimo
These big white stripes gonna break your nose
Everytime I hit the club, it goes off
Come try me, get rocked, man's face might pop
Ten, ten, birds on lock
Yo rude boy, you don't want beef
Four-by-four, challenge three, blast out in Jeeps
Jump out, switch colleague
Gifts get tied, your boy's gotta chop down trees
I'ma bad boy out and out
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
Whips get ripped, boys hit them licks
When you hear this tune, put your guns up b*tch