"Armshouse" lyrics
Armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
[?] Selecta
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
Come to the manor get jacked
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hoodie on road, all black
That don't scare us, brother know that
You look like lunch, you look like lunch
City man come cunch, tell a man go back
If I see that yute, if I see that yute
Man, open him up, man, I can't hold back
Man, I can't hold back, yeah, yeah
I might mob out on my Js
Hit up on my head
I ain't fucking fazed
That boy turned his back on me
I guess gang ain't gang
Hope I die inside your chick
I'ma go out with a bang
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
[?] Selecta
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
Come to the manor get jacked
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hoodie on road, all black
That don't scare us, brother know that
You look like lunch, you look like lunch
City man come cunch, tell a man go back
If I see that yute, if I see that yute
Man, open him up, man, I can't hold back
Man, I can't hold back, yeah, yeah
I might mob out on my Js
Hit up on my head
I ain't fucking fazed
That boy turned his back on me
I guess gang ain't gang
Hope I die inside your chick
I'ma go out with a bang
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
You don't want the beef
You don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts
I ain't got the time
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
We call it armshouse, armshouse
Go and get your crew
Armshouse, armshouse
Who the fuck are you?
