P Money - Crushed lyrics

I don't care if you're known in gay Which kind of badman goes jail for fgt? There weren't no AKs, weren't no shooting He stole a TV, blood that's stupid All this talk about you make money What the hell you doing stealing from Currys? I don't wanna hear about "H is gully" H is a fa**y, H is bummy Blood that's dead You're some p**yhole you heard what I said You too H, I heard about you getting rushed in jail You pissed your bed Canteen was peak, manaman couldn't eat They took your chips and they poured milk on your head sh** stained pillows all over your dreads Any funny business everybody... "Any funny business, everybody dead" That's your lyric right? That's what you said But you got ripped off by Boy Better Know Ain't that funny business? No one's dead Just be honest, you're pissed cause I got you You shot yourself fam, no one stopped you How can I take you "serious"? You let the safest guy in the scene rob you! Now you're on tunes with him, that must of hurt H, inside that must of hurt That weren't a round, that was a verse Bring out the coffin, start up the hearse H international? Show me your stamps Don't know you or Bossman Don't know Prez, don't know Pabs They got German whips but they don't know Dan Cause them man are not big over there I know man that live over there Them man don't win over there I made my man quit over there Cause when manaman clash me, manaman lose Manaman walked, manaman's screwed Manaman left, manaman boo'd You left with MCs manaman slewed I was on a hero ting Ratings you left on a zero ting Skinny man i had to chief up him This guy never could of chiefed up Trim Cause when manaman clashed me, manaman lost Manaman cried, manaman sobbed I spoke to Pabs, I spoke to Boss Sent my condolence, sorry for your loss About German Whip? No back windows fam, that's H See man driving a 206 I looked at the reg like "I know that plate!" He don't kick ball or look like a baller I see man driving a 206 Who told you that he kicks ball, blood? Why's man driving a 206? "Like... like" That's all I ever hear from this bredda, "LIKE" Sounds like a chick on my Insta, "like" Talk about german whips all you like But every time I hear your lyric I'll be like He said he had a German whip, so have I So how come our whips don't look alike? Manaman drive whips manaman like? Oh shut up, that ain't the whip you like Blood I've seen the whip you drive, it's dead I've seen the whip you drive, it's dead I've seen the whip you drive, it's dead You're going too far with this Bloodline rep Man got an X reg in red That ain't a German whip, it's I said that ain't a German whip, it's French Seat belts f**ed and your gear stick's dench Clutch is F'd, petrol's red Car full crums, boot is a mess Winding down the windows with a wrench WINDING THE WINDOWS DOWN WITH A WRENCH!?!? How can your back seats feel like a bench? Used to be skinny, got in your car Turned the wheel once, came out hench! "Man said he shots boxes" Who the f** said he shots boxes? Look at him, you think he shots boxes? Do you know how much a box is? Knotted up weave, table cloth for a shirt Holes in his socks and skid marks in his boxers Do you really think he shots boxes? You wanna know what he meant boxes? Blood, he was on about Xboxes Tvs, microwave, yeah dem boxes Kettles, foreman grills, yeah dem boxes He was in Argos stamping on, stamping on Stamping on boxes No, we weren't carrying bodies, just boxes He was in the warehouse stamping on boxes That's what he meant by mashing boxes