Deathrow presents '3am In Southport' taken from their new EP '214 IN THE 4215', out June 21st.
Music Written by Deathrow
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Vendetta Sounds
Video by ByeBrida
Lyrics
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Pulling up to ya trap house blacked out whip,
Blacked out tracksuits,
Blacked out kicks.
All blacked out we taking trips.
214 we up in this bitch.
Aye - pullin up in the Tesla,
Too silent - here to press ya.
Won’t hear us - feel the pressure.
Kick in tha door with a pumpy suppressor.
Track that addy kick in the door like trick or treat,
Got a mask on my face but guess what cunt? This ain’t Halloween.
Aint cookin steak but I got barbies queued.
Cheffed up a dog - I ain’t talking bout food.
Fuck off pussy.
Your cash your gear all mine,
Call for your crew but you’re outta time.
Too fast with fingers on triggers,
Keep a day job cuz or we’ll drill yas.
I back the blade out my jacket and whack him.
If he runs take that piece and slap him.
No leg shots - not kneecappin.
214 aye we got that gear to wet guys,
Runnin mask on my face to keep disguised.
You don’t wanna get caught lackin,
Don’t come earchin runnin round our sides.
One in his head, chest and intestines.
Put you to sleep you maggot it’s bedtime.
214 in tha 4215 more like 4429.
SPBD.
214 kicking in your front door.
3am in Southport mother fucker dropped his addy at the pub - S O P O.
Like I give a fuck he’s loaded with a strap,
Tesla pull up all he’s gonna hear is…