Bruce Wayne

By INK (IRE)

Released on June 1, 2020

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Man will get chopped there man'll get killed

Hit him with a wap there man'll get drilled

All of that juice it will get spilled

Rise and shoot and his wig get pilled

All of that gang got them on wheels

Still stink out the road when the bag is sealed

Trap phone ring ring man got the deal

Hit that corner make the BM squeal

Out in the fields yeah we got the steel

I never talk shit man I'm keeping it real

Smash your head in , foreign and bred in

Dublin City , rum and whiskey

Guns and whitney , here to there

There to here , said the run is risky

Hold this gun there don't be a sissy

Too big for the game so the game don't fit me

Mask on my face like Bane or Payne

86 Gang yeah we don't play

We see them jakes then we taking chase

Burn that dinger so we don't catch pace

Ski mask on they don't know my face

All blacked out they don't know my race

Sweet one there and she hold my scale

If man get nicked then she pay my bail

Try to catch up but he slow like snail

Sluts and hoes , sexy one tell her touch them toes

Chain stay blingin'

Custom one with a (BF?) stone

Run man down and chef this brick

Take man's eye like Fetty or Slick

Machete on hip , titanium tip

Take it apart put it back together

Oil it up and grease it

Point it , aim it and squeeze it

Sneeze it , Jesus

Man'll get got with an (enek?)

Clean it , petrol and bleach it

Chef up the eejit

Man's in a dinger there squealin' and screeching

Hand ting there don't make man reach ye


[Hand ting there don't make man reach ye]

I'll do it like Ronnie and Reggie man'll get cray

No word of a lie you'll get hit when I shoot

Got gang on road with stick in the boot

Man'll get got for a brick or two

All black and yellow like Pikachu

Man hop out the bush like peekaboo

Your gally wet , wetter than wet

Tell her bruck that back , throw that ass

Dip down low 'til she hit that block

Get that gone , we won't tell

Skengman fill up the (womb?) with spell

Mask on my face like Christian Bale

Feds tryna catch me mission failed

For sale

Weigh that one on the kitchen scale

Why the fuck do you think that I got this mask on?

Make sure all of that shit get danced on

What y'all know 'bout (Cav?)

They come to your gaff take all that shit that you have

What you know 'bout risk and sealing waps

In a bucked up dinger with keys in the back

Gotta watch yourself or your knees get capped

Listen , Don't make me grease that mac

You don't wanna see that demon back

Devilish one with a fork in his thumb like Satan

Export and bill 'em

Them men are girly

Abortion one I've been killing it from early

Pipe your sister pipe your bitch

Pipe that dish , burner phones and Lyca chips

Hide that blicky

Man'll get got like Pac and Biggie

Them men are mad , them men are bonkers

Fill up the stick with conkers

All of these guys they do it for the Gram they do it for their Mam

Difference is I do it for the gang

Take that ting out the boot and bang

Man'll get put in a zoot like blam

Sham , man'll get smoked like plants


[86 Gang]


[King of the fuckin' throne]


[That's INK]