Meet The Cr4shers Lyrics

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I want to meet the Cr4shers
Ha-ha
Ay Velcaz, run that back
Coulda put Bis up in a pack way sooner if he weren't fast like Yohan Blake
And yes, I do blame KT
Why? 'Cah the Section 60
You wouldn't even think Blanco was a boomer
Tired and scream, he left his mate
Free the mandem
Died, died synchronised swimming
Tryna turn pack like Bisky
Died, died synchronised swimming
Tryna turn pack like Bisky
Maniac Beatz


How many man don't want the Twins free?
ZK come long like Ren, but the blade come black like me and KT
How many guys been sent A&E?
You don't wanna gеt done like Reece, or chеffed in your head like Ceekz
How many man was there that day and still I went home without a rip on my T?
Now they got a rip on their T
Held a chestshot and fell to his knees
Shout out S, my slime, my ski
We laugh how the son got turned into weed
Man bill him up, get high like trees
A1 is a f**king gem, chestshot, you know my name ain't J
Smokey caught that M, how can I be p*ssed 'bout a a GBH?
Fathoy got sent to the lord
He came back and he lost his weight
Latz is dead, Bis is dead , laugh out loud, I don't know what to say
Latz is dead, Bis is dead , laugh out loud, I don't know what to say


God just gave us a pack
I'm praying He gives us a next one
If I slide 'round the Stockwell sides it means I'm taking this wap on test run
From young I been rising sticks
Now I'm tryna up some expensive poles
Big bro put smoke in their boss 'til they're barbecue, suttin' excellent goes
I got JM in a benz, or you can have JaySav up in an eighths
I got a 3.5 of Latz himself, the loudest one of their mates
Coulda put Bis up in a pack way sooner if he weren't fast like Yohan Blake
You wouldn't even think Blanco was a boomer
Tired and scream, he left his mate
Under 18's can't draw me out , I close my eyes for them babies
The verbal turns me crazy, I woulda been mad if I got it like Reece
He didn't have time to recover, seventeen wounds and he got it again
Smacked up OnDrills live at the bus stop, started this beef now it's dead like them
Smacked up YL up in his house, even downstairs and just 'round the corner
Heard that he's putting on meeting
Jail didn't come so I can do it again
N***as ain't bad, just gas up their friends
How you think Lil JM met an end?
Stab and ching, we made it a trend
Buy waps for the cause, don't watch how I spend

Jakes on my fam', it's ments
The boy can't run, please put him on a bench
Don't trust yutes on the fence, so I smacked up yutes for chilling with them
We ain't seen war since when, 's chattin' sh*t 'cah he lives in Kent
Heard there's a pack again so I'm out on the strip sorting packs with blem
Jump out the ride with my kitchen, fish him, make sure the mandem itch him
You know that I love my sibling
Touch one of mine, turn your mums to a victim
Catch him on the mains, see slipping
Like that fat prick, yeah, he garn' need st**ching
Can't come to my side, no switching
Go to the Hill cah they 'ccepting snitches


Don't bang if you ain't got heart
Chestshot, man I put him in the past
You run with your friend, man don't come last
Do it on the mains, I ain't wearing a mask
Say they're swinging ZK's but they're scratching arms
Train to OT, I seen how many farms
Ay darling, don't be alarmed
I got it on waist, man the date is calm
Better run if you see it in palm 'cah me and D9 garn' ching up your clart
Like a yardie said, why you run for darg?
Ren10 ching, he don't really talk
Get shaved in your head just like Seeker
Sit back, man bill it and laugh
The opp boys talk, but the CV's pa**ed
TM too quick, had me thinking "Rah"

I got eyes on an IC3
Please tell me if it's one of them neeks
F**ked thoughts when I'm in KP
One intention to make them bleed
I think God did save RB, how the hell did he make it through 2019?
And yes, I do blame KT
Why? 'Cah the Section 60
Now the rambos looking too risky
And the flick knifes looking all sticky
But I can't lack now
I ain't tryna turn pack like Bisky
Now the rambos looking too risky
And the flick knifes looking all sticky
But I can't lack now
I ain't tryna turn pack like Bisky


Popped off real rapid
Slapped it, didn't know he was could vanish
Pull up at random, better thank God if you leave where you're standing
Sav got put in my damn spliff
Latz got put in my damn spliff
JM got rolled in a damn Riz'
F**king hell, I'm too high, can't hack this
Think I'm in love with trapping
Same way I was when I touched the hand ting
Spin ting spinner's, a cowboy's magnum
Spin that block, sight opps then slap it
You can be just bystanding
Joint enterprise, so I still just whacked it
No drive-by's, woke up and crashed it
He got left on the floor like an addict




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