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Oi, I'm screamin' (DT5 on the beat) "Fuck the opps" They got how many fucking linkups happenin' (RK on the beat) And bodies fuckin' drop It's embarrassing, ahaha Grr, bah, bah Yo, look, yo We had Towners hoppin' them counters And that's no cap, we had many encounters (We ain't capping) We're sounders, big ting got the powers We still put shells in their back like Bowser (Bow) They lay flowers, but don't ride like cowards Them man try come to the block and got countered (They did) We spent hours, their blood pours like showers He ain't gonna make it home base like rounders (Bitch) How's your mum? She good, yeah? (Haha) Don't lie and try say that you're good there If you stepped out, got bun out his hood wear Funny how one day made it a good year It's weird how the opps tells opps "We're a threat" (We're a threat) 'Cause we ain't like them doing drills on the net Any IC3 on their block gets checked If they spin this ride then it might go left (Ah man) And bro say we speak in code Do it like Bumblebee in Transformers Bro, don't speak on his mobile phone Cats know what it is, so he just takes orders Plug said COVID, the price went high 'Cah the big man here wanna shutdown borders (Fuck) Shit got real, so a few man changed Said they wanna new path like The Rock in Ballers (Haha) My angle is crystal clean Was it us? Like yes indeed In and out, so I can't be seen If shit goes left, they spill them beans They can't get right or so that seems Real type, that's up in my genes Get dropped out for the clout I mentioned Still roll 'round with the teams Coulda been worse when your bro burst But it's like somehow he bounced back and survived it (How?) I know he got told if he lost more juice Then it's straight no way a next time he's surviving (No way) And bro said "Roll with a gunman stance" When it gets to the point then it's close one eyelid No we ain't done, we don't leave it to chance (We don't) On a work man flex, duck man in my Hi Vis (Taze) But the opps them know this (They know) Thought we had the 1-9 like COVID We made the opps do the Hocus Pocus (Yeah) Glocks and .9s or it's shotty Revolvers (Dickhead) Hold up, what happened to R(ose)? On a R(ose), anything goes They sound top tier when they talk on tracks They ain't on shit if the truth be told (Nah) You already know that we speak in code My opps ain't bad, they ain't beating sticks (No) Break that down if I said it to bro No buttons like after the iPhone 6 (Get it?) We copped new heat and they all get hammered You might get corned if you're up in that mix (You will) And if you get caught that's your head back splattered Or this might open your chest like Vicks (Open) My angle is crystal clean Was it us? Like yes indeed In and out, so I can't be seen If shit goes left, they spill them beans They can't get right or so that seems Real type, that's up in my genes Get dropped out for the clout I mentioned Still roll 'round with the teams
Writer(s): Tyler Smith, Hilko Nijhof, Dt5 Beats, Udl Beats, Sb Beats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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