- OFB Ambush 歌詞
- OFB
- Sykes, Sykes
Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this gladly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some ****ing pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch You don't wanna see me Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch This sweet one stepped out in drip Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and **** Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare man's name Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce We're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bro's too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang with the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a **** off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, Jump Out Gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna Cah her friend got shot, she don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their ***** I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Tion Wayne is a ****ing joker Come carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker Buck four, he tried run with his poker He's with DV and they both got poked up Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs Swing blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half it-half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist So I 'm in N9 with my mates Gang changing plates Tape off your estates, then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face If we can't see H then we gon' get blades Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this gladly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some **** ing pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch You don't wanna see me Switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch This sweet one stepped out in drip Three ***** in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and **** Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare man's name Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce We're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake Sykes, Sykes
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