Vawulence (feat. BackRoad Gee)

Nibo Yebo (This, is crazy) (Ou-yah) Turn a Q to a ounce (to a ounce) Turn a ounce to a nine (to a nine) And, nine turned to a box (box) And, the box came with a strap (strap) Strap came in the box (box) The gun's real, not props (props) Put your main man in a box (box) Fuck around, get got (get got) We the kids your mama warned you about (we're violent) What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout (gangster move in silence) OTR, you know I'm on the run (fuck the trident) We the kids your mama warned you about (nigga, we're violent) And, I stay on my gang shit Big dick energy, big dick bandit When we pull up, that's tragic Caught three-ones, yеah, that's a hat trick Violate, get quick responsе ('ge-'Ge) Dem no say toys R us (uh-uh) Dem no want war with us If put the whistle on it, you won't hear no noise All you hear is You didn't hear shit, right Get the job done right Top striker, no miss and shoot with right We the kids your mama warned you about (we're violent) What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout (gangster move in silence) OTR, you know I'm on the run (fuck the trident) We the kids your mama warned you about (nigga, we're violent) Turn a mansion to a bando (bando) Turn Amapiano to a gang song (gang song) I'm the nigga you can count on AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (ah) They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh Who's that see a opp, reverse Work rate mad, I should man of the match How many man have I put underground Shoot in Amiri like Kay Flock How many man have we sent to Baba God, ah Let's mind the business that pay us I'll send Kickz to your door like ASOS Let me explain why they hate us Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh L's for London and Lagos P's for Peckham and F's for famous We the kids your mama warned you about What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR) We the kids your mama warned you about (tools up, tools up, tools up) When it's war, separate the boys from men (skrrt) Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here Real steppas over here Brick boys over here Drug dealers over here Boy, stay over there I'ma slap him, attack him On a Van Damme ting, them kids can't hack it OTR, free the guys can't play with us, why Cah shh got bun More action, less chattin' Need more woosh for the splatterin's Like my boy said, cha pon dem Whaum to them Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec I'm the kid you're mum warned you about Outside ain't safe, boy, hold it down King Brukutu, I'm live in the flesh When y- got shot, I was there (This, is crazy) (Spyritmyx)