[Intro]
Munroe
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Shotgun, fill it with shells
The opps get pressured on road and they still get pressured in jail
It ain't lies that us man tell

[Verse 1]
Everything's clear like I see through glass, slap that dots like I slap her arse
I was in Gate in a new shaped car or the back of the bus like Rosa Parks
See an opp won't let him pass, painful death like Joan of Arc
They no longer chill in parks, if I get bagged then I won't nark
If there's a drop that's banging, there's no snapping stop or trapping
{?} mans doing up camping, P's I'm stacking logs, I'm spamming
Man tried swing me a natty but he ain't got online banking
I don't even fuck with tasers, still leave an opp boy spazzing
If the four door covered in tints, you won't know who done it
If I see him, he's pissed, won't ask him why you running
Rambo coming all lengthy but still I gotta manage to tuck it
You don't take that risk, what .38 spin you muppet?
They feel like Uzi Vert 'cause all of their friends are dead
Ride for your bro, that's common sense, bonfire night when I burn that ped
Young **** saw man and dashed, then left his bitch for dead
Same way he got doxxed by a girl, I think he's scared of skets
Them man score bare own goals, look what happened to ****
And Pablo's tryna be an author, the way he's writing for Fed
Take Oyster cards on glides then leave a civilian dead
And I was in Gate or Stratty, while you were chilling in bed

[Chorus]
Shotgun, fill it with shells, bad B's screaming out help
The opps all left their brother and now they wanna leave their girls
Come like them man forgetting, so I gotta ring them bells
If me and Castro on the ride, won't go home 'till we raise some hell
Shotgun, fill it with shells, bad B's screaming out help
The opps get pressured on road and they still get pressured in jail
They hate 'cause we tell the truth, it ain't lies that us man tell
If me and Castro on the ride, won't go home 'till we raise some hell

[Verse 2]
I left him swimming, still get round and fish him and dig him and then go bill him
And all of them man just fibbing, no drilling, like who are they kidding?
Them man are moist, marjays screaming out 'please don't kill him'
Free all my bros in the system
If I see that opp he's gonna drop, scratch him off like a rash
That's bare obbo on the gang while marjay doing up women in black
They run in schools they don't attend, doing up laps
This long 12 gauge it ain't a joke but it still might bang
If I see that guy he's gonna die, I ain't tryna give him a caution
I drill on her friends so it's awkward, I've been in the field like Dortmund
Hop and the ride and bang it, Castro's addicted to banking
Yo, that's what he gets for lacking, [?] fucking crackhead
Southside Newham, we bang, make man fly like Peter Pan
Don't give a fuck, he can meet his dad, check your face in the Newham Mag
Don't wanna hear my batch is Dag, we still run Newham, are you fucking mad?
We still run Newham, are you fucking mad?

[Chorus]
Shotgun, fill it with shells, bad B's screaming out help
The opps get pressured on road and they still get pressured in jail
They hate 'cause we tell the truth, it ain't lies that us man tell
If me and Castro on the ride, won't go home 'till we raise some hell

[Outro]
Shotgun, fill it with shells
The opps get pressured on road and they still get pressured in jail
Munroe
It ain't lies that us man tell
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