Pull up, pull up Blacked out windows Seat back, wrist up Whole lane tiptoe (hey!) Sat-nav off, I know this route One-hand steer, other on mute Volume up, whole dash vibrate Neighbourhood clock our plates, too late...
No Quiet Entry is Rap from littlebuggersclub. Built around rap, littlebuggersclub. AI-assisted original music created for LBClub Records.
Rap2026-03-05
AI-Assisted Original MusicCreated for LBClub Records
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Lyrics
Intro
Pull up, pull up
Blacked out windows
Seat back, wrist up
Whole lane tiptoe (hey!)
Verse 1
Sat-nav off, I know this route
One-hand steer, other on mute
Volume up, whole dash vibrate
Neighbourhood clock our plates, too late
Petrol fumes in my white T
Tyre marks where the feds might be
I don’t talk much, engine speak
Hit that turn, let the curbside squeak
Chorus
No quiet entry, they hear that rumble
Whole car park feel that shuffle
Pull up heavy, I don’t stay humble
Bassline jump, make the ground crumble
No quiet entry, lights all flicker
Heads all swivel when I hit that filter
Keys in hand and my heart beat quicker
Whole block shake when I twist that shifter (yeah)
Verse 2
High-vis vest on the exit ramp
Old bill lurk, tryna kill this camp
Plates too clean, no stress on me
Still too loud, that’s the felony
Snapback low, I breeze through cones
Whole convoy move like drones
One by one, then two by two
When I swing that gate, they know it’s you
Chorus
No quiet entry, they hear that rumble
Whole car park feel that shuffle
Pull up heavy, I don’t stay humble
Bassline jump, make the ground crumble
No quiet entry, lights all flicker
Heads all swivel when I hit that filter
Keys in hand and my heart beat quicker
Whole block shake when I twist that shifter (woah)
Bridge
Hazards flash, that’s Morse code
Line-up long on the slip road
Who’s that there with the doors up?
Who’s that there with it all up? (all up)
Turn that corner, crowd part quick
One big roar, that’s my clique
You don’t ask “who?” when the floor start bend
You just know man’s back again
Chorus
No quiet entry, they hear that rumble
Whole car park feel that shuffle
Pull up heavy, I don’t stay humble
Bassline jump, make the ground crumble
No quiet entry, lights all flicker
Heads all swivel when I hit that filter
Keys in hand and my heart beat quicker
Whole block shake when I twist that shifter (yeah, yeah)