Did You See What Tulse Done

[Intro]
HL8
To the mandem I keep it one-hunna
To the, tell the mandem I keep it one-hunna
To the mandem I keep it one-hunna
To the, tell the mandem I keep it one-hunna

[Verse]
Snakes said-snakes said, "Damm"
Opps dash cuz my guys love blam
Bruck that, make paigons dash
Ching then splash for my Tulse Hill akhs
See, I still put Tulse on the map
Re-up in bundles
Got opp uncles that I may have to slap with the mash
True say they flex, but the guys do crash
But besides, them man don't crash
Been Cowley and the man there dash
Samurai coarse, stab out your back
Do not run, we slap it at backs
I state the realest facts, that is fact
Splash, don’t lack
10 toes ting in Upper
Big bro scored on Stabber with the mash
Rest in booty, let's not talk too much
I wan' couple [?] in your back
Why not just give man hat?
Feds skeet, get gone, gotta cut
No way am I snoozing, slumped
Two big boys in a 4-door
We jump out, cock back and blast it
Dash so far, everything happens for a reason
You was meant to get rassed
Done mad shit on a gang ting
Meanwhile, you was in knickers and bra
Bro’s tapped like Patrick Star
Skid-skurr in a bruck-down car
Fill up a boy with steel
Chestshots, bro done it and laughed
B-Low made both dargs bark
Duracells coming at your path
Bro got a pump
Of 'course, we can dump some slugs
Main road, couldn't give two fucks
But that's just us, do it and thus, bodies in trunks
Head blow, no pump
Opps dash, put life into Snap for the stunt
Dumb little cunts, RIP K and Zee
Ain't nobody get it, 6 shots spun
Let's lurk on your pave, no shame
Man down, 'cuz I'm tryna spill some red rum
You know I ain’t into the game, no way
I seen a whole gang just run
It’s mad how I ducked them down
Before the amnesia up in my lungs
And a gang member woulda died
If he was an inch closer when I [?]
Have a big man gone to sleep
Now, I'm like CM Punk
Back down all of the [?]
It’s nuttin' new, the gyaldem drunk
Did you see what I done?
Came with a handting, left with a shotgun
You think you're on, but you're not on suttin’
On-point shots like Didier Drogba
Bro's doing up Novacane press
And he ain't doing no Pressa
Heard your bro gave you the ting
You ain't on volts, you was on pressure
Pinocchio's nose looks longer
True say I copped myself a supressor
And bro Slim has no manners
He'll cheff up any contender
Mum's life, you don't wanna see M with the 10
He don't care about genders
Free Trapmash in the wing
Locked in the zoo, 100 press-ups
Tulse Hill Estate, I was born and raised
As well as my brothers
Show no love to the gyaldem
To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna

[Outro]
To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna
To the, to the mandem, I keep it one-hunna
To the mandem, I keep it one-hunna
To the, to the mandem, I keep it one-hunna