Scott Styles - Section Sessions lyrics

[Verse 1: Sleeks] I been here and I done that I went OT, where the juggs at? In 1 flat, with a young G And if the feds come, tell em plug that Bare smoke in the front room Throw your paper, they bun crack Got a call from the worker He done a 10 on 10 I might tunt that In the kitchen with the teacher Pyrex and 10 heaters Pot stir, put the heater Whippin' experiment Get a brick and then tear it In the whip to get earnings Chase the cheddar like vermin In the street, workin' [Verse 2: Inch] They're not bad like War What? Bad since when? Them boys some pricks They don't want it with 'nem Look 'pon the crew my yout, you're a silly expense Look 'pon the goonsdem too, man you think they pretend Man ah grind in the week Man ah shell the weekend Ain't got time for no fat face yout Or no long 'and friend Man ah give a gyal hood Man ah long till it bend Gyal gimme uhh, don't run and tell your friend... [Verse 3: Deepee] It's boring I see man are like gyal, they whorin' I saw it, bro saw it Might see a heffa with man That's a wetter wid man, and gang she's gorgeous When the supper comes up it's awkward Beat suttin' but can't ignore it 22s man's comin' round corners 2 3s, jump man in their Jordans When you step better step with caution When one of those ghosts start hauntin' 'em Lose ball 'em Mummy never got hurt, but caught him Peng gyal want gang and all this man Them man saw man's important Man's ever so blessed and the coolest If that n***a didn't guess he foolin' Dippin' with a sket, man's awkward Chillin' with the set, man's tourin' Hit him in the left and pause him Man's sittin' in the trap with warlords With n***as doin' mash wid torches Got the spinner in the coat in wardrobes We're the violent kind and you're watered And get busy with Nines and daughters If your diamonds shine then insure it We grap an akh and insure it If you're bredrin forgot we a**ure him Got fingers up arse, I saw him But every other day man's ballin' [Verse 4: Swift] Whizzin' and Skrrin' Then he hit that person I put Re in the trap, you know man's workin' Gyal lookin' kardash But the sketty bum version Put shells on backs, makin' man turtle Heard man's in flats, so manaman circled They try put it on man Man ah reverse it And if man ever lacked Then I probably deserve it Pack on fat, pack on Sherman Make gyal damp, she's actin' like Squirtle Splash splash fill up the brap And the 2 shot dot not nervous 'Nem that's gang, look how dem hang That's man bags and burners Flexy flexy Section that's gangdem, she thinks it's s**y I got black like Mike, I got white like Becky And then man wants to fight But man's way too skengy [Verse 5: Knine] Slug surfin', I'm drippin' Snow's in the kitchen, they whippin In the ride, fast whizzin' Who you kiddin'? Man's in the studio gettin' hits in When I'm in the trap I just flip sh** Hit the road I'm with gang For the big bucks we start scheming Quay out in dat hot house With that big shank, I won't sleep in f** feds what I'm screamin' Pigs got my n***as in the box And I can't wait till they come home Pull it out and make you run home Green light you're in a red zone Kit Kats make the phone blow Hunchos on hunchos She want smoke with me Roll a big one we gon' get stoned Pour me up some petrol Mans extra-terrestrial Better know who your steppin' for Family only I don't par with [?] War is war, man ah do your homie Section that's only [Verse 6: Littlez] Section season Been overseas, still gettin' that green in She a cat for the D, that gyal they fiendin' In the trap with ...... Whip that get creamin' Them man are [?] My mate gyal cum then I'm leavin' Jump in the whip I'm swervin' See the big dog, I'm speedin' Sideman to hatey n***as ain't got no reason OT I make deals with demons Man ah move them Ps while dreamin' Man a real don darggin' Yea I beg man pardon I can phone up doggies See tingsdem barkin' Yea the trap is boomin' Man ah shots been lardin' In the whip just swervin' You know that Landlord blastin' Had sticks in the garden And...in 'arden [Verse 7: Deepee] Boom, I'm the perp' More time, one time Anytime I do work I'm a gold digger cause man pressure by pipe That thing get burst As a young boy probably was worse But I'm good in my hands And my hands still work When I do tour life, what what what what? More money more life, man's blessed can't curse When me lost SO we're hurt Now I can't TS and it makes man feel worse I do amm til a man feels burst In the van skrr swerve With Worma early bird, knee deep in the mud And you n***as is some nerdy nerds You know I plug, Trapstar [?] [Verse 8: Inch] Right now I'm chillin' with Ray and nephews Rock hit 2 and snapper just cut through Man ah need me a plan B I need me a next room Man ah need me a land And I need me some fresh fruits We don't take tough chat We don't care who you're next to Got gyal outta town and gyal in the next room Got gyal in jooge and gyal in the bedroom Man ah lock arff the dance anytime that we step through [Verse 9: Swift] Skrr skrr skrr, T life chillin sea side n***as b**hes lie n***as with [?] Fingers finger the 9 Inches billin' with Knine n***as still spittin' like I Move pipe like "Hi and Bye" Bling bling when I smile Ching ching man's high Lim' biscuits inside You want a brick, "Aight" With a [?] Nike Your chick's so fly Post pics for likes So sick when I don't try [Verse 10: Sleeks] Drugs in the car Gear 6 clutch back, live for [?] I'm a rap-star, never fall off I'm a trap-star, you can ask Mark In the T house, that's a green house Sellin' packs that's smellin' like fart Do maths, man's addin' up fast Been through loads of green like a park Get bags like groceries Get gwop that's supposed to be SB that's 6 man And the rest of boy they all phony Do road with my brodies Uber I'll control it The catsdem phonin' But right now I'm on a show ting [Verse 11: Littlez] [?] trapstars Bang bang in a black car Got hard raps and I rap hard Smoke more green than your backyard Young n***as we in charge If you're a sideboy get the red card Let it bark, he don't really talk That's my young boy he might take the charge Section doin' it big Booky kat can't know where I live Them man are fake like weave Come runnin', might slap out your wig Strap in the yard and pack in the crib Tell her forward if the backy is big Big man chatty like b**hes Probably sell a man out for a jib [Verse 12: Knine] Man shell down shows Man's walk that road Man's run through hoes Press [?] Man's run through clothes Man's run through beats Bro's got VVs all over the teeth You know it's madness when we step on street Kickin' it in the T with loads of fiends Gangdem, you know where we've been Now they see us, on the scene Now they wanna ask us for things Bimmer pulled out in German things Make them swerve and skid Do street in some nanky kicks You boy don't pitbull Why you wanna strike my ting? Let me spark this Cali spliff