Lauky Beatz Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general And you already know the motto So I'm back again, this time I'm with a certified duo in this ting If you've heard part 1, then you already know that was a problem So it's only right we do it one more time Mischief, K Trap, one of the hardest in this drill ting Half a brick, it made the papers, put it in the press, made a clone Young and rich, blame the stove Old school 12, it folds, snap it, put two in and go Get caught with the smoke, that's Weetabix or oats, no Still gotta do road with this rusty one just like Do Road Felt bad for bro, how he burned his clothes, still end up on soc' Snow for the low, five figs' of pro, you do the maths We flew them packs, told bro drive, I'll do the wass More life and [?] smoke This dope, the lengest pengest got these hoes callin' my phone Ain't a day the snow ain't 'round me, feelin' like an eskimo Get the drop, slide like a kid's park, post their block, no envelope In my hood, can't lie in bait, dodge cams and hide my face Taking risk, won't lie it's flames but we still trip like Ella Mai The bros love misbehave, catch them guys, they won't catch fades Gourmet grub, no dinner date, just whip this one like it's a slave Jeez, man like Mischief ya nah Ay, Trapo, what you sayin'? You got another one for this? Splash that yola for twenty one seconds, it came out so solid I got mag' involved, didn't witness no losses Wash that Bobby, the mix is ten with a notice I still made it leng enough, I'm coach with the quality, I control it I'm a coach like Simeone, in the bando manage coke We just throw in water, swimming but I'm flyin' backward strokes My pendant drippin' Volvic got your missus out her nickers My mates a real mash addict, really on them poles like strippers Take out those nino scissors, hit central with them tickets Can get lows from the plug cah I get it gone the quickest Pull them triggers, wave that wand, I'll play that wizard Ten with the fries, it gave me shivers, burning pack like come, we bill it Bro with the thingy, watched her fidget, take that lazer, man can't miss it Use that presser, make me triplets, file that corn like can it fit yet? Mmm, K Trap, Mischief Brigades How many times have I got to tell you this is drill elite MKThePlug Only the best And this sure don't happen everyday, so let's go again Talkin' beef, I'll put it on a grill, and who really drills? I put it on the Hills Land me a feel, what you know 'bout itching to step again and they're telling you chill Tried working behind the till, didn't work, got me a bird Shot four Ninas, now I'm in Louis, champagne glasses, looking at shirts Told bae this purse a perc, told bro this lake's a ten Four and a door out the 'rex, that's light getting made again Why them man wanna make the news so bad? It's sad, it's sad Moncler gotta hide this 12, unprepared, should've brought a bag Of course, of course Barbeque settings, pull up crashin', that's corn of course Day in the life of Trapo, I just count and make them calls Reload came, now I'm in the crib with yay like Kim and North And she just came, she just wanna off the nickers, no delay Vexed when I told her keep them on, only face Vexed when they see that hat on Snap, love the drip Can't tell mum that the chain and watch wanna cost me sixty quid No I can't, wish I can say we ain't flyin' birds, but no, we are Wish my youngen was [?] but he's doing drills in a stolen car Seventeen when I slapped that pump off, test in the park, could've broke my arm Don't let me grab the pumpy, like Swarmz I'm sure them guys there talking, sayin' names like commentators The Fed boys got my hittas and bros face in the papers Can't forget about man's beef, do man mean, all now and later Like, bang it anywhere, I know no better like Major Lazer Double M, that's me and Skeng, six or nine don't want no friends Like Scholes I played onside and phone my guys and up those skengs With Trapo, big wapo, can tell you how we did back then They knew man, beef or rap, it's ments, all now don't know 'bout them I'm still in them Lambeth flats, bait face, can't slip, can't lack I'm live, I'm bad, this one up, 'round these sides ain't throwin' jabs Just poking out that bag, still load it, check those Snaps In, out there got me bringing heat to home's like British gas Bro said to be more hands off, in the bando, bowls of flake Try make YG's make money, they just call me for that gauge Them days got light like Michael Jackson, bro got dark, no tanning Now ten-ten grub, I whip it straight and have the kittys spazzing Part one, done Part two, done Mischief, K Trap, it's Mad About Bars Look out for that K Trap project, also check out From The Jump by Mischief as well It's Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness, Mad About Bars season 4, we out