Headie One & 36 (UK) – Different Sorts Lyrics

Different Sorts Lyrics

(Ayy, Madenka)

(Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)

(Tut, tut, tut, tut)

Bow

I remember when I brought that shotty

It fucked up my re and I'll do it again

I had it on top in my grandma’s shed

I got a .38 live in Fernlodge and I got a .32 in my X

All this trappin', it gets me vexed

'Cah I hate when cats ain’t loyal, my hair went back, he's the argyle oils

Come 'round wheelin', lettin' off men

Bap, bap, Bow

Recoil it then do it again, bap, bap, bow

I got loads of ammunition, got a shoe box filled with lead

Tell my young G's "Mind who you bring 'round here, if he's funny, I’ll pepper your friend"

My first bootin’ I done, I shot my man in Holderness

Made **** move off M's, we’ll run man down with onе in the head

Then wе lined up **** in Streatham, back that trap and took man's zeds

I could talk 'bout ****, but it gets intense

Now fuck that, shot my man in his back and ran

Little old me was a mess, I shot my man and I thought he was dead

Paid fifty pound per corn, no way, would've waste that shit on a leg

As a little me but I’m grown now, still tell boss man "Give me the legs"

Had six on me and I was live, walkin' around like I ain't got sense

(Ayy, Madenka)

Yo, turnt, yo

Extended clip, I don't know how to trust

We're out playin' real life snakes and ladders

It's been long time man's been rappin', stole me an S and they saw what's happenin'

I could do them walks on the hills, but in the trench I'm tapped in

My young boys want what the darg on the opp block try [?]

OT work I done better with the seagulls

But I never played for Brighton

Live with the bine, what they know 'bout rebels?

Full clips like Charlie Chaplain

They was out hidin', one got flatlined

Ever seen a man turn typhon?

I'm tryna get hyped up, BossMan Dlow, keep it on a D low

Shotgun was my first, bro I swear I was callin' it Brooklyn Beckham

Gotta thank God for progression, shaved up **** but I could've just left him

Really put a 2.5 for a hand ting, that was way before Brexit

Back then we ain't had much bread but oils, need some pallets

Yo, really thought all the conspiracies all we would need is some credit

And way before all of the German ding-dongs, all we would need is an engine

And way before bro got the .20 wreckin', induction way we was doin' up penguin

Ever had jake's give all of the smokes

They ain't got no chest but could do some fencin'