[Intro]
OJ, back it up
Ayy ST, tell em
Some real Croftblock shit
Fuck all the opps
Free all my brothers
[Verse]
Lemme see him, I'mma get him
Ayy come here, hold this weapon
.22 inch, man know I'm steppin'
Digga is backwards, show the repentance
Some athletes, they keep jettin'
Release them basics, grey I'm reppin'
Jump out whips, man do him like Tekken
How many opps been touched? Like 7
They dash when they see us in whips
Pull up to them, they panic and sprint
Step outside, my shank on clip
Don't lack in the 6 with shanks and whips
Got beef with nerds, man they ain't on shit
**** got chinged, they ain't rolled out since
2 bells in the dots, pray bro don't miss
If I catch up to you, push blades in skin
Got beef with nerds
They ain't on drop, they really get hurt
Them man see us and off divert
Let the ting sneeze, you ain't catch no germs
Live my life like since then the purge
Man never like, got tools get pursed
Ting gets backed till their heads disperse
Jump out cars, put man in the dirt (Bow)
Creep up, get splashed
Lurk one day, same way with flats
We nearly got down L1 daily
He kept on sprinting, reminds me of ****
You can't talk on the works we mash
Cah' the feds them pissed, tryna put me in can
StayWidIt, that's my right hand
For him, I'll grip it, let the ting bang
Let me, let me tell you about drill that we did
I'll swear **** nearly got whigged
We step with the tank when we're out on the strip
Had ZK's out and they nearly do sprint
Big shank, I step with a limp
Got beef in the ends, don't wanna get dipped
How many man did dash on the strip?
They turn into flesh when they see us in whips
Got twins if the beef gets hot
Man, all it takes is one phone call for the dotts and they're letting off shots
Man, how many man have they lost?
I know they're stressed, their friend's on the top
No popcorn, but we're letting it pop
Slap it again, lemme juice this top
Got skill like Ronaldo, remind me to chop
I been OT, bando living
Step in the T, got my rambos twinnin'
T-T war, got the fiends them itchin'
Slid to the 6, put wore some flick tings
Some in the hand, tryna get that chinging
That boy took crud, but they ain't really wid it
Ching man's chest for my bro StayWidIt
Splash man's top, get straight to the billing
I don't talk on the shit I've done
But go and ask gang how I backed that blade
Approach me wrong, get cheffed broadday
I'm a evil yute, you could say I'm insane
Done numerous drills for the cause
How many mans been wet or shaved?
I do these drills late night, not day
Jump out gang, best back out your blade!
[Outro]
Pussies
OJ, back it up
Ayy ST, tell em
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