Junkyard Songtext
von P Money x Whiney feat. Ocean Wisdom
Junkyard Songtext
I want you to listen very, very carefully
Yeah
′Cause I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Let me take it from the top, back in New Cross
Asked them lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked
Drove a stolen car to the school if I got chased, I didn't stop
Fast and Furious, I spin off like I'm Hobbs or the Rock
People stay what, really repped for my block
I was fighting before I knew about Goku or Brock
Left or right man, dropped never scared, never soft
It was Peckham vs Ghetto, so you had to be on job
You was shook if you just watched, I′m from the ends, I′ve seen a lot
I've seen it jam, I′ve seen it pop, I've seen a life, and seen it lost
It′s sad to say, but this environment has made me changed a lot
I used to be so flipping quiet, nowadays, I'm flipping off like I will
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Okay, you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like RZA GZA
Cut a lot of scissor, still I′m not a fizzer
Roll, the cigar we don′t use cigar
Rette, regret, you silly disrespect
You get a cheque delivered don't run to the cops (don′t run)
All my niggas say I look like Hobbs or the Rock
But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year (yeah, yeah)
My brudda need a hundred grand, I said, "I got one spare"
But I′ma need a five percent interest, we all got rent
I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of blessed
I swear these rappers making pills the way they force it with depressed
I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won′t attack your neck 'cause I will (hahahahaha)
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Tekker the beat, could never be no G
Checking with me ′cah the levels elite, I got
Tekkers agree, rhetorical when I
Ask, I know I'm ahead of the league
What you telling me P? Most of these breddas are jealous of our money
Shown you could see what I get in a week
Most of these rappers ain′t reppin' to me
Don′t be considering stepping to us when you couldn't handle it separately
Our competitors we finna rest on the ceiling be taking a D
You better step with some tekkers from Tekken when stepping to me
Or some reckless wig on when stepping to me
I could bend it like Beckham to get in the team
These draculas breddas still get in for free, it′s telepathy on the track
Back to back and we fuck up the track
And we put on a tracker and track up the pack
They a couple of cappers they clucking for cats
And a couple of nittys to back up their racks
Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it back at the gat in the bag at the back of they flacks
I′m racking up stacks, I back it with stats
′Cause I was a teefer now I got plaques
Finna set up a twitch in this bitch and just
Tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with tryna
Wrestle the dick tell her sit on the tip if you
Sub to the channel, she swivel a bit and we
Live and direct and we winning and rich from the coys to notes to crib in the sticks
I beat the tune to a million bits money over everyone that isn′t as sick
Mad, as you can hear, I'm deep in the bag I′m a G, and dad you can
Feel my energy's deep in the rap
Authority when man speak on the track, I′m
Live on the stage just me and the mic
To my face shutdown then we leave through the back
Unfairly speaking of raps, it's me and Ocean, no even in that
No even in that and I'm a don, and I′m a G I put a
Tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed they said they
Capping on a nigga tryna run and I delete ′em tryna
Batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek and then a Marathon
You gotta proper hustle for the P and fuck a
Tag along you really gotta struggle for the team, oh you a
Badder man, a cannibal, a murderer, a animal
I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me
I want you to listen very, very carefully
Yeah
′Cause I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Let me take it from the top, back in New Cross
Asked them lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked
Drove a stolen car to the school if I got chased, I didn't stop
Fast and Furious, I spin off like I'm Hobbs or the Rock
People stay what, really repped for my block
I was fighting before I knew about Goku or Brock
Left or right man, dropped never scared, never soft
It was Peckham vs Ghetto, so you had to be on job
You was shook if you just watched, I′m from the ends, I′ve seen a lot
I've seen it jam, I′ve seen it pop, I've seen a life, and seen it lost
It′s sad to say, but this environment has made me changed a lot
I used to be so flipping quiet, nowadays, I'm flipping off like I will
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Okay, you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like RZA GZA
Cut a lot of scissor, still I′m not a fizzer
Roll, the cigar we don′t use cigar
Rette, regret, you silly disrespect
You get a cheque delivered don't run to the cops (don′t run)
All my niggas say I look like Hobbs or the Rock
But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year (yeah, yeah)
My brudda need a hundred grand, I said, "I got one spare"
But I′ma need a five percent interest, we all got rent
I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of blessed
I swear these rappers making pills the way they force it with depressed
I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won′t attack your neck 'cause I will (hahahahaha)
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain′t finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Tekker the beat, could never be no G
Checking with me ′cah the levels elite, I got
Tekkers agree, rhetorical when I
Ask, I know I'm ahead of the league
What you telling me P? Most of these breddas are jealous of our money
Shown you could see what I get in a week
Most of these rappers ain′t reppin' to me
Don′t be considering stepping to us when you couldn't handle it separately
Our competitors we finna rest on the ceiling be taking a D
You better step with some tekkers from Tekken when stepping to me
Or some reckless wig on when stepping to me
I could bend it like Beckham to get in the team
These draculas breddas still get in for free, it′s telepathy on the track
Back to back and we fuck up the track
And we put on a tracker and track up the pack
They a couple of cappers they clucking for cats
And a couple of nittys to back up their racks
Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it back at the gat in the bag at the back of they flacks
I′m racking up stacks, I back it with stats
′Cause I was a teefer now I got plaques
Finna set up a twitch in this bitch and just
Tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with tryna
Wrestle the dick tell her sit on the tip if you
Sub to the channel, she swivel a bit and we
Live and direct and we winning and rich from the coys to notes to crib in the sticks
I beat the tune to a million bits money over everyone that isn′t as sick
Mad, as you can hear, I'm deep in the bag I′m a G, and dad you can
Feel my energy's deep in the rap
Authority when man speak on the track, I′m
Live on the stage just me and the mic
To my face shutdown then we leave through the back
Unfairly speaking of raps, it's me and Ocean, no even in that
No even in that and I'm a don, and I′m a G I put a
Tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed they said they
Capping on a nigga tryna run and I delete ′em tryna
Batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek and then a Marathon
You gotta proper hustle for the P and fuck a
Tag along you really gotta struggle for the team, oh you a
Badder man, a cannibal, a murderer, a animal
I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me
I want you to listen very, very carefully
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