6 Shots lyrics

[Hook}
Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots
It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps
You know the bando is haunted aaahhh
You know the bando is haunted
My neighbours are p*ssed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'
Rubber rubber rubber burnin'
Ring ring on my graft phone
I got the punt(?) and it still serves it
Ay la' it's a massacre
With FTR 'cause we murder
Lil' man's got the rrr-bow
With the rrr-bow be a purger

[Verse 1]
I'm the type to get it done
I'll turn up at your ma's gaff
Like b*tch wheres your son
Better bring him to this door
Before your skin-head gets done
Why you love runnin' them gums
That's why we're at your drum
Like ayy, get outside lad
The other side ain't bad
Two FTMers on a dirt bike
That's two members with waps
Look last week they had no dough
So this week they hit the graft
For the riches, f*ck the rats
Pull up, hop out and bang
P-p-pull up, hop out and bang
All that sh*t it don't matter
I got twenty two in this wapper
And one thousand grams on your napper
Scouse trappin' Tremzy I'm a trapper
Oldschool hit a goldmine
Now little rats gonna hold nine
Look kid I know your history
You're a crack head like your old man
I just robbed your plug
Now I'm joggin', I'm joggin
In the graft house baggin' Os
Bag-baggin' up dozens
Now I'm joggin', I'm joggin
In the graft house baggin' Os
Bag-baggin' up dozens
[Hook}
Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots
It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps
You know the bando is haunted aaahhh
You know the bando is haunted
My neighbours are p*ssed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'
Rubber rubber rubber burnin'
Ring ring on my graft phone
I got the punt(?) and it still serves it
Ay la' it's a massacre
With FTR 'cause we murder
Lil' man's got the rrr-bow
With the rrr-bow be a purger

[Verse 2]
The money's the root of the evil
We all still f*ckin' love it
P-p-posted up with Makarov
That's my Russian cousin
Three to eight, old-school days
Four to five paranoid days
Sleepin' with that metal stake
R.I.P my brother Dray
I take these cougars on the daily
One's fourty-five and thirty-eight
Thirty-eight she cannot wait
She wants that food up on her plate
Fourty-five, she looks so shy
She wants that money out your safe
Both of them get what they want
Hit the move and skrr away
[Bridge]
Rubber rubber rubber burnin'
Rubber rubber rubber burnin'
(Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots
It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps
You know the bando is haunted aaahhh
You know the bando is haunted aaahhh)

[Hook}
Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots
It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps
You know the bando is haunted aaahhh
You know the bando is haunted
My neighbours are p*ssed off

Bike wheels keep turnin'
Rubber rubber rubber burnin'
Ring ring on my graft phone
I got the punt(?) and it still serves it
Ay la' it's a massacre
With FTR 'cause we murder
Lil' man's got the rrr-bow
With the rrr-bow be a purger