Talk On My Name Lyrics

[Intro]
5ive music

[Chorus]
Talk on my name get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes (Burn that)
I was banging on the opps in jail
Just like I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones get round there tryna take mans soul
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably ys and Locs
It was probably ys and Locs

[Verse 1]
How them punks act bad when they ain't on piss
I'm way too rude cause I really don't rate them pricks
Draw me out and I'm taking trips
Like I said you won't take that risk
My team do drills that's word to my mother
We the ones that turn up the borough
7 hunna you know what we did last summer
The beef got peak and the opps got got
And how many guys got shot
Got the other side nervous
Don't wanna chill on their block
Shits hot and I ain't talking about feds
You'll see gang pull up on peds
When I hop out the dinger
I'm seeing legs when all I wanna see is flesh
We got London shaking even the opps are rating
They must be how many guys got duppied
Like really f*ck the opps free Siri
More time I'm riding yeah I'm way to itchy
We run this city
Comfy on the 6th like Drizzy you dig me?
No lacking well known for the crashing
Anywhere I'll slap it
That's standard
I'm a walking hazard
I won't talk I'll blam him
Wood Gaza or nothin that's gang my brothers
For dem you could hold a dozen
And these bells will done him
And these bells come big like onions
It's smokey settings my nigga C1 said it
Miss Dimpz he a legend
Disrespect that's shellings
No wap I'll chef him
Put the blade where he's neck is
That's another pack pending
Niggas know about gang
And this beef ain't ending
And this beef ain't ending
And if I said it I meant it

[Chorus]
Talk on my name get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes (Burn that)
I was banging on the opps in jail Just like I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones get round there and take mans soul
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably ys and Locs
It was probably ys and Locs

[Verse 2]
Any time I get round there
I crash that corn and I do that proper
Last time I got round there
Mans chest and neck got filled with copper
Most of the drills I've done, I've done it broad day
You can ask those oppers
Niggas can't talk about the 7th
Been round there will loaded weapons
Smoke man bait like I smoked mans bredin
f*ck with the guys mans taking lives
For C1 I'll ride 25's
Why you think Newham went quiet
Cause most of my drillers got put inside (Free Northside Newham)
How them man talk about gang
Like gang ain't been there numerous times
We go to the 6 and them man hide
Then we go House and them man (die) (R.I.P)
Jump in the ride and slap that corn I love it
Done it in public
He can be a opp and be my cousin
He'll still get bunned at family function (Don't care)
Feds went and took my niggas
And I came home to brand new spinners
Still tryna get them skengs and crash them
These bells in the dots don't come average (Na they don't)
When you mention the 7th best talk about wettings
And talk about bootings
Can't talk about drillings
You know that we winning and the opps been losing (Been losing)
When I get round there it's smokey things
I'll smoke man bait and I won't feel a thing
Heard that nigga turnt pack so when I got back I rolled a spliff

[Chorus]
Talk on my name get smoked
I'll do man dirty and burn my clothes (Burn that)
I was banging on the opps in jail
Just like I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones get round there and take mans soul
And if it weren't me or C1 that bunned him
It was probably ys and Locs
It was probably ys and Locs

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