M1llionz – NGL Lyrics

M1llionz NGL Lyrics

You know, Ten Percent man represent
1250 way risky
TPM, six quid for that GP skeng
Budoom!
Bang! (‘Rex the one and only)
Real from ghetto life
4-5, trap’s a real satellite (Boi-oi!)

Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try and fire all the bine
Know that 9×19’s do a little burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this- even when I’m in church

Wait, wait, check it (Wha’?)
Glock 17s and Specials (Baow!)
.38 autos and pellets
The 7.62s make a ’em gone, man dead it
Ain’t it, ain’t it (Wha’?)
Gun smoke in the air, I smell it
Make the M-10 spray and wet man’s skin
Like I’m using mosquito repellent
So what’s the angle? Two-litre manual
Change the atmosphere in seconds (Skrrrr)
At the photo-shoot just me and Daniel
They don’t know there’s illegal weapons (Ha!)
In the jailhouse, put barise in capsules
Feed the regular fiending felons
Then smoke pon a zig, triangle the pigs
Rectangle, it don’t bend like the 47s (Baow! Baow!)
We was three waps up at the show
Where they said I spilled, but they didn’t even know
The metal detectors must be for show
Man’s got a pouch on, but I hid it in my clothes
Gun boys outside the venue
Man stole from me and gave it to a hoe
Next time I go on tour I’m putting two gyal on the guest list
So they can bring it on the road (Lagga)

Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try and fire all the bine
Know that 9×19’s do a little burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this- even when I’m in church

Shotta life, crack cocaine and homicide
Man buss case and mothers cry
Shootings on the other side, civilians horrified
4-door well tinted up and modified
Rambo knife and nines with hollow bine
Gun crimes on the rise
Rule is take two of yours if you take one of mine
Man violate, gi’ him a shot, don’t apologise
Wait till it dies down (Then what?)
Then get him when he least expect it
The piece expensive, but beef’s interesting
Especially when your opps a neek invested
Pay till I spray spray cah the heat needs testin’
Even if I believe the G is genuine
Grease and metic
Then phone soldier, link him cah the piece needs mending (Lagga)
If any man that I’m with ain’t touched nothin’ or sold no drugs, then call me a capper
Shottas and shooters, strappers and slappers
Mates ain’t no rappers, white and buj wrappers
GPS tag and level 3 map
‘Cause police probation and high-risk status
Big altercations on opposite manors
And see observations for serious matters

Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try and fire all the bine
Know that 9×19’s do a little burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this- even when I’m in church

Not gonna lie, we’re all gonna die
I hope the yutes I don’t like drop down first
I’m not gonna lie, I’m still tryna ride
Bro sat me down, said “It’s not how it works”
Not gonna lie, I try and fire all the bine
Know that 9×19’s do a little burst
Not gonna lie, it’s not 2005
I gotta have this- even when I’m in church

Mi nah go lie
MAC-11 with fries
Play with Ten Percent and die
Get fried
Bang, bang, bang
Say they shoot guns, that’s a lie