Текст песни Peaky Blinders - Silky

Peaky Blinders

Think twice before you make your move
There's not a man that can step on my shoes
I still act like I've got nothing to lose
And they all talk gangster till one's in the room
I can see straight through 'em, they're pretenders
They don't know about benzo' and blenders
Hydraulic ten-ton pressers
They don't know about loading up weapons
They don't know about teaching boys lessons
Club boppin', SQ7s
Holdin' .38 Smith and Wessons
And how a 36 used to cost 27
My team are family not friends
We all stand strong till the end
I keep a big sawn-off .410
For all them fuck boys that think that they're men

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

They buy Nokias and think they're ballers
Our encros moves packs through borders
These soft boys know they can't war us
We wear gloves and drive high performance
They already know that we're fly fellas
Come through, Rolex Sky-Dwellers
Put in work, cuzzy, now the line's better
Started from the bottom, now the sky's better
36 zeds in the whole one
Ram me enemies with the Shogun
Bang to rights, but never own up
Still got my guns, I never sold none
E 53, might pull up in a black Benz
.38 snubnose, fuck a MAC-10
Dem boy paigon, I can't stand them
I turn up with like thirty of the mandem

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

Stand behind us, we protect 'em
If they stand beside us, we respect 'em
If they stand in front of me, I'll get a Cherokee Jeep
And I won't stop rammin' till we get them
And I've grown from nothing up to something
Cold nights, but I never stopped hustling
And I've grafted every street 'round London
Real recognize real, so we salute Dublin

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?
Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee