Bands
ST (Senseii)
Brrap
Brix'
(I'm 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf-)
TN
T1
Boy
Mhm
Brrt
I'm like, "You know the facts"
LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride
He lied, he lied
Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)
Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised (that's right)
My young G's putting in work with his borer
Causing trauma, I was so surprised
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
Two dot-dots, side by side (mhmm)
Over and under and side by side (side)
They try run, but they never got far, so they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been letting them know
How we bully this beef, not once did I lie
Get bagged, I denied, I just throw them racks
And it's hammers they rise (they rise)
That's more than a figure of speech
Try light up his skin like I hit it with bleach (boy)
One hand on the wap, one hand on the wheel
Little bro said he still tryna do it like me (skrrt, skrrt, boy)
They all know what I do on these streets
I mash up the roads and I mash up the beats (mhmm)
Broski jeet down my man's girl
Now she wanna dance with the OSGs
She wanna dance with the drillers
Her bredrin's packed and she slept with the killers (stretch)
Kway back, I put one in the headie, before rap, I been that nigga (ayy)
I can tell you 'bout war in the W
Me and M went there with matchig spinners (mhmm)
Three man downs, one-forty banged (boy, boy, boy, boy)
I'm like, "You know the facts"
LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries (grr)
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride (uh, uh)
He lied, he lied
Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)
Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised (that's right)
My young G's putting in work with his borer
Causing trauma, I was so surprised (ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
The ting jams up, just cock it back (glee)
Op's shoot first, tell bro-bro, "Knock it back" (boy, boy)
I know you're not like that, just stop it, akh (stop it)
Tell my lil' bro, "Shoot him and lock it back" (ayy, lock it)
Jummer rocket that, PR pocket that
Bro caught him, whipped him, and shot him bad (they know)
SJ's ten plus, they got him mad (ayy, free him)
Boogz went outside and dropped a man (ayy)
Yo, swing my knife in your face and rip it through
If your friend backs it, I'll give him two (ying that)
We turn up the streets, we kill all my peoples in the mood (boy)
Tie him up, fry him up, fly in the boot
One hot clip, hot bells fly into you (bine, bine)
They ain't on shit, Bando, I been the truth
Nigga, stop capping all in the booth (bine)
Yo, we drop people, they say my block's evil
Ding dongs petrol, should've been diesel
Fill it up, lean out, crime scene lethal
When the Op's all die, I can live peaceful
We can never be cool, hell no (nah)
I'm making it rain, hailstones (yeah)
I do it for all of my jail bros
You know the vibes, can't wait 'til Vellz home
I'm like, "You know the facts"
LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries (grr)
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride (Uh, uh)
He lied, he lied
Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)
Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised
My young G's putting in work with his borer
Causing trauma, I was so surprised (ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
You know the fucking vibes
Brrt
Boy