Art Of War

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra] No problem They don't really wanna do road 17, man will do show Caught him slippin' at Bruce Grove Man that nigga left with more than a bruised nose They are not fuckin' with me, nah They cannot fuck with the T They only know about TX - the actor Idris, me I know Shotty and T (Murder!) Leggy come tru wid a one pop They don't wanna see pop shots Fiddy got the loud and it's top notch The pussy got popped and he logged off Big tum-tum that will turn man pack Run mandown, pray to god he don't lack Grub come, shit, I ain't runnin' dat back I keep it bridge, get burned for the pack Bridge get burned for the pack Manna got the suttin, don't lack Kush got the suttin in the bag Kush in a 4 door (skrr) Make it bang Niggas really think we just rap Young black niggas with a strap Olders really whats a wrap My niggas don't deal with no gas Back out the ting on your blaadclart Slap out the ting in your rassclart No problem [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Niggas don't catch corn Fuckin' juvies, dickheads, fools Bow bow bow, skrr skrr skrr That's what you hear when my niggas slide tru in the Ford Skrr skrr skrr, Shh Shh Shh Shh Big rambizzy pon my side, it's a mad ting Any loose chat, finna send that fuck boy to the Lord You stabbin' civilians and claimin' these bodies My nigga, you know that these bodies ain't yours They think that they know about burners Just screamin' out numbers Got 9's and 2's They don't know how to shoot, man these niggas are frauds [Verse 2: Legz] I think I need to start gettin' drills off Fiddy (Some Ounto) Cah Abz running fire With no problems, you see me If I ever see these pussies My knife start movin' giggidy-giggidy (giggidy-giggidy) No Family Guy, but you know see my brothers with me Everytime I go tru block remember that these guys are shit Even if they had sticks, empty clips How the fuck their ting gon' spit? Like, who these yutes gon' hit? I can't really do dis kiddy ting From Bruce Grove down to four street, is man's acres What PO's the strip (Park Lane) [Verse 3: Kush] On the block cat late with the bros 17 Tottenham with my woes Niggas don't try step in my zone Cah disrespect. we don't take no All my niggas get dough Ring-ring trap from my phone Plug get burned on the roads Man get jerked on the low Curbs get scared of his own Do roads with my bros And my Ountos move show to show When we hit the show we qway out On the backroads, the wrongs get jerked for the pack And I feel no way now I'm in love with cash flow And I've been makin' stacks Long time since my cash low I'm in love with the packs, bro Man, I hit the up the trap Put P's for my mash, yo [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Niggas don't catch corn Fuckin' juvies, dickheads, fools Bow bow bow, skrr skrr skrr That's what you hear when my niggas slide tru in the Ford Skrr skrr skrr, Shh Shh Shh Shh Big rambizzy pon my side, it's a mad ting Any loose chat, finna send that fuck boy to the Lord You stabbin' civilians and claimin' these bodies My nigga, you know that these bodies ain't yours They think that they know about burners Just screamin' out numbers Got 9's and 2's They don't know how to shoot, man these niggas are frauds (Tryna send a fuckboy to the lord) [Verse 4: Kash] Me trynna send man heaven Crash got hit with a 6, Daz got hit with a 7 Feds trynna lock down the section The YG's, they're savage, they're really trynna turn opps lemon Ain't trynna aim at legs, really tryna off man's melon Really trynna get man kweng Said they crashed corn at the bruddas RIP to the nizz What? When? I remember that day when that yute got wet, I'll never forget These niggas be stabbin' civilians Neeks ain't stabbin' my friends Are they really gon' mad? Nigga must have really gon' mad Chat bare wass Hella verbs 'bout they ducked down Kash Hit their strip and they dash Give a fuck 'bout your gang 8, and I'm trynna make bands Joke about your ting with a neek face Gotta tell the gyal, "get naked" Got a bad b from the woods, sssh sssh Put my wood where her face is Little nigga got whacked in his face And he hopped on Peri and ain't even trynna ride Can't sleep on a vio, when man skrrr 'round the Woods And then skrrr 'round the 9 Shot get beat like hella tings Got hella nits on my line Rass had me locked in the vil Now I'm back on the roads on my grind [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Niggas don't catch corn Fuckin' juvies, dickheads, fools Bow bow bow, skrr skrr skrr That's what you hear when my niggas slide tru in the Ford Skrr skrr skrr, Shh Shh Shh Shh Big rambizzy pon my side, it's a mad ting Any loose chat, finna send that fuck boy to the Lord [Outro: Abra Cadabra] To the Lord To the Lord To the Lord Pussy