"Strategy (Remix)" lyrics
K-Trap & Carns Hill Lyrics
(feat. R6, Dimzy, Monkey, Silent & Dopesmoke)
It's astounding, this martyr really is something else
Look at that brilliant fall
There can be no doubt, this is the true power (SRB separation confirmed)
Completing all internationals, this is Bartolomeus ultra
(Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(Production)
Cowboy spinner, I just gotta load and cock it (Ch-ch, ch)
Now I'm outside with a swollen pocket (Ch-ch, ch)
Brand new hammer, it's black and glossy (Pretty)
Before we had semi-autos, you would of got slapped with the roti (Baow)
And that's guaranteed (Promises)
Try hashtag somethin', now I gotta tag the re' (Tag it)
Felt like a butcher when I had chicken and a bag of beef (Baow)
They was giving us verbal, done 'em up practically (Yuh)
That ain't a G, that's a XD, actually (Huh)
Slap my man with the roti, roasted the chicken, it turned to beef
I came home stinking of rum, mummy wanna give me grief
He never shiestied me, let's just say your a teeth
Brand new X, Elon's givin' out teeth
What the hell? What the helly?
I love bro, I can't do him like Melly
I see my prey lock it and ping it, one eye closed in the field like Veli
You ain't ever warned a man on Monday
By Sunday, he's live on telly
Take a sweet one to [?]
Broskis calm, why you turn up the scene?
And shoot shit up like Luka Doncic
Way back it was ding dong trucks
The transmission weren't electronic
Lack on your block, them shots from the X
Won't leave you drunk like an alcoholic
Double cup full of rum, I ain't drinkin' Magnum tonic
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Real life janitor, step with a mop and clean up
Check the tally, you know how much man got bun
When the gang jumped out all creeped up
If this XD rips and you ain't in the mud, will defo take time to heal up
Hammers for days, glees and x's, that's us naturally (Grr)
Cowboy spinner, stuff it with flatheads and work it manually (Ch ch ch)
This ain't a .357 it's a .40 actually (Actually)
Really had the shotty right under her bed while she's giving hat to me (Ooo)
Before we was outside frying them cookers
They got gutted we made them swim
I robbed me a brick before I sold me a brick
I got crates in the van, let me roll me a spliff
I was really outside since Biff and Chip
Them days, two pounds, six spins and chips
Nowadays 2 pounds, thats 32 zips
Back then, had the 32 live in the 6
We don't like AM's, you know my 60s love packs
Got strategies bro pick a plan
Elevated gradually just of making racks (yeah yeah)
Know it's a casualty if we're waving nanks
Step for an M but we'll take an attempt
Want them on TV like it's Breaking Bad (Ha Ha)
Wake up and pray then go hit the lanes, all I know is break these packs
Suttin' got faceshot, look at the state of your mans
My lefthand got my man done him so dirty
I saw the state of his nank
Gang get paid and we bang, every year gangs updating the stats
Push to start don't need no keys (Yuh)
Hate when the ding dongs tight
It don't feel right when we're knocking knees (Huh)
Got stolen links in this car
You won't get far if I press this sheen (Bap)
Opp blocks get toured with ease (Grr)
Mask on make it hard to breathe
Ramz in your chest make you curl and queeze (Huh huh)
I rap good but I stand on business (Yeah)
Can't see man on their block
So you know man knock like Jehovah's witness (Huh)
I talk facts like I'm giving out scriptures (Grr)
I was young didn't get no bitches (Ch ch)
Now they come round cah they see gangs litness (Ch ch)
Outside tryna turn man swishers (Grr)
While fans tryna take man's pictures
They ain't got tape like us then taped it, had to escape like us
They ain't burnt and changed them plates like us
Had a SK or the AK like us
Before it was luger 9s, the shells was green
Massacre fill it with whites
I was giving out boots and shoes
But when it went missing I felt like Vybz
If we talking [?] I give it to PeeWee
Letting it slap or spray
.32 spin now we just pattern with the X, now I'm tryna get back with bae
Filled to the brim I'm match fit, Strategy and tactics
2 Opp blocks they're close, gonna paint them both
That's Mixtape Madness
Cowboy spinner, I just gotta load and cock it (Ch-ch, ch)
Now I'm outside with a swollen pocket (Ch-ch, ch)
Brand new hammer, it's black and glossy (Pretty)
Before we had semi-autos
You would of got slapped with the roti (Baow), and that's guaranteed (Promises)
Try hashtag somethin', now I gotta tag the re' (Tag it)
Felt like a butcher when I had chicken and a bag of beef (Baow)
They was giving us verbal, done 'em up practically (Yuh)
That ain't a G, that's a XD, actually (Huh)
The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents feelings
Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'm gon' be doing every single night
(Production)
Look at that brilliant fall
There can be no doubt, this is the true power (SRB separation confirmed)
Completing all internationals, this is Bartolomeus ultra
(Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(Production)
Cowboy spinner, I just gotta load and cock it (Ch-ch, ch)
Now I'm outside with a swollen pocket (Ch-ch, ch)
Brand new hammer, it's black and glossy (Pretty)
Before we had semi-autos, you would of got slapped with the roti (Baow)
And that's guaranteed (Promises)
Try hashtag somethin', now I gotta tag the re' (Tag it)
Felt like a butcher when I had chicken and a bag of beef (Baow)
They was giving us verbal, done 'em up practically (Yuh)
That ain't a G, that's a XD, actually (Huh)
Slap my man with the roti, roasted the chicken, it turned to beef
I came home stinking of rum, mummy wanna give me grief
He never shiestied me, let's just say your a teeth
Brand new X, Elon's givin' out teeth
What the hell? What the helly?
I love bro, I can't do him like Melly
I see my prey lock it and ping it, one eye closed in the field like Veli
You ain't ever warned a man on Monday
By Sunday, he's live on telly
Take a sweet one to [?]
Broskis calm, why you turn up the scene?
And shoot shit up like Luka Doncic
Way back it was ding dong trucks
The transmission weren't electronic
Lack on your block, them shots from the X
Won't leave you drunk like an alcoholic
Double cup full of rum, I ain't drinkin' Magnum tonic
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Real life janitor, step with a mop and clean up
Check the tally, you know how much man got bun
When the gang jumped out all creeped up
If this XD rips and you ain't in the mud, will defo take time to heal up
Hammers for days, glees and x's, that's us naturally (Grr)
Cowboy spinner, stuff it with flatheads and work it manually (Ch ch ch)
This ain't a .357 it's a .40 actually (Actually)
Really had the shotty right under her bed while she's giving hat to me (Ooo)
Before we was outside frying them cookers
They got gutted we made them swim
I robbed me a brick before I sold me a brick
I got crates in the van, let me roll me a spliff
I was really outside since Biff and Chip
Them days, two pounds, six spins and chips
Nowadays 2 pounds, thats 32 zips
Back then, had the 32 live in the 6
We don't like AM's, you know my 60s love packs
Got strategies bro pick a plan
Elevated gradually just of making racks (yeah yeah)
Know it's a casualty if we're waving nanks
Step for an M but we'll take an attempt
Want them on TV like it's Breaking Bad (Ha Ha)
Wake up and pray then go hit the lanes, all I know is break these packs
Suttin' got faceshot, look at the state of your mans
My lefthand got my man done him so dirty
I saw the state of his nank
Gang get paid and we bang, every year gangs updating the stats
Push to start don't need no keys (Yuh)
Hate when the ding dongs tight
It don't feel right when we're knocking knees (Huh)
Got stolen links in this car
You won't get far if I press this sheen (Bap)
Opp blocks get toured with ease (Grr)
Mask on make it hard to breathe
Ramz in your chest make you curl and queeze (Huh huh)
I rap good but I stand on business (Yeah)
Can't see man on their block
So you know man knock like Jehovah's witness (Huh)
I talk facts like I'm giving out scriptures (Grr)
I was young didn't get no bitches (Ch ch)
Now they come round cah they see gangs litness (Ch ch)
Outside tryna turn man swishers (Grr)
While fans tryna take man's pictures
They ain't got tape like us then taped it, had to escape like us
They ain't burnt and changed them plates like us
Had a SK or the AK like us
Before it was luger 9s, the shells was green
Massacre fill it with whites
I was giving out boots and shoes
But when it went missing I felt like Vybz
If we talking [?] I give it to PeeWee
Letting it slap or spray
.32 spin now we just pattern with the X, now I'm tryna get back with bae
Filled to the brim I'm match fit, Strategy and tactics
2 Opp blocks they're close, gonna paint them both
That's Mixtape Madness
Cowboy spinner, I just gotta load and cock it (Ch-ch, ch)
Now I'm outside with a swollen pocket (Ch-ch, ch)
Brand new hammer, it's black and glossy (Pretty)
Before we had semi-autos
You would of got slapped with the roti (Baow), and that's guaranteed (Promises)
Try hashtag somethin', now I gotta tag the re' (Tag it)
Felt like a butcher when I had chicken and a bag of beef (Baow)
They was giving us verbal, done 'em up practically (Yuh)
That ain't a G, that's a XD, actually (Huh)
The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents feelings
Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'm gon' be doing every single night
(Production)
