Tion Wayne – Anything Grr Lyrics

Tion Wayne Anything Grr Lyrics, Anything Grr Lyrics by Tion Wayne

I just stepped in Enfield Lo-
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I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield’s hot
I got bands, love run into shop
And the other one there love garden hop
Get your arse slit like your name YPops
Juice man down, yeah, we’re doin’ you a lot
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin’ block

You don’t know ’bout gettin’ pressure from feds
Kicked down door, now my mom’s all stressed (Stressed)
They keep trying to link me to Ms
Grab my phone quick, tryna pre-up my text
I was so vexed, when I heard you were under arrest (For what?)
They thought I pulled the trigger of the skeng
I gave him a smile, said, “Give it a rest” (Allow it)
She’s naughty, ten out of ten
The ting’s in the bag, she patterns the best
One wrong move, you could be dead
Don’t move right, you will get left (Like ZT says)
I just spotted one old-school friend
He weren’t bounces road, but I see man jet
It was me and DB on the third
We bucked us a nerd, then we took some flesh

Gang gon’ get the scorin’ and the first side gon’ get to the pourin’
Gun clappin’s, kidnaps, and stabbings
Stepped on the A, and then B got savage
Rambos out, ZKs out, did a three-two, then spinned around
They all know they’ve been about
How can you talk when you screamed and shout?
I thought YPops was dead on the ground
The shame is the loudest sound
Bow-bow, we just discharged
You rap MP, you can suck your marge
Run, Mo Farah, do you like T when he got down farer
Whippin’ your oldest like I’m the father
Osama, wanna terrorize blocks
Green clava when I ride on opps

I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield’s hot
I got bands, love run into shop
And the other one there love garden hop
Get your arse slit like your name YPops
Juice man down, yeah, we’re doin’ you a lot (Ayy, yeah, mm-mm)
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin’ block (Yo)

Paranoid all my life, no slippin’
What can I say? I got too much victims
Made a meal, still eatin’ my flick ting
Job on the line, but I’m still tryna pitch him (Mm-mm)
Don’t care about half these yutes, [?] zutes, E1’s billin’ (Grr)
Fans asking, “My blade is wet?”
Come off the net, you must be kiddin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Rolex money, I drop a six, but couldn’t a fuck about opps, I’m rich (Boom, boom)
I ain’t into internet beef, you’re sick
This man only got on tunes to snitch
Young boy bring the blade in his pokers
I said, “Next time, slow down, it’s a process” (Brah)
All my AFGs in Rovers, bought more time then twist it and “holy” (Boom, boom)

Don’t think you’re Incredible Hulk, I’ll add your soul to this dirty pole
Ordnance Road, T was way too slow
Streets are hot and my heart is cold
Violations, man don’t condone
Assassination, man upped his pole
And [?] he heard the shit’s not vacant
Rambos wavin’, we buck your bros
And I just see jakes in the rear, but we don’t care, just keep it composed
His bro done told, gun smoke, run home, crush walls, and we do it unknown
Unknown and T when I see man fold
This bitch, she be on me for the clout
I ain’t givin’ her shit, keep diggin’ for gold
I ain’t givin’ her shit, keep diggin’ for gold

I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield’s hot
I got bands, love run into shop
And the other one there love garden hop
Get your arse slit like your name YPops
Juice man down, yeah, we’re doin’ you a lot
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin’ block

M splash, two-tap like Stewie
Smile in his face when his blade’s all gooey
I put my trust in C double S
Aim for his chest, then push that fully
Peddle bike trips, so it’s us on the gang ting
Rambo on my hip, tryna see what’s goody
Went jail came home, nothing changed
We just got more opps stuck in cookies
Bad B love talkin’ my name, I’m stuck in bando, thinkin’ of a K
Had to link up with Tion Wayne, they talk on his name for fame
But he’s backing the beef, he’s fully engaged
The 125, its dinger or peds
Quick, bust that left, now we’re on Park Lane
Quick, bust that left, now we’re on Park Lane