SJ - Oppblock Bully
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{Intro}
Look
{Verse 1}
I mashed so much work on the niners
I told Broski Yo give em a rest
Give it a rest
Pick up your waps, come give it a test
Broski just got his hands on a ting
He's saying "Yo S"
It's due in a press
It's me in the press
Murder gang
You know the rest
Try flex on man with his bussdown chains
Finna' rip that shit off his neck back
Yo!
Slim done wet that bruck man's head back
Duh you know the rest akh'
I heard my neighbour running man's opps
In the morning I step out my cell and set dat
Respect dat before I get man
I'm on violence big man I don't tek chat
I step with the steppas I'm counter attacking
We soon catch man on the rebound
Double back spin man let's see man
Who's on what when the shooters lean out
I been hitting my bro since jail
He's missing my calls
Got me on the speed dial
Nigga got shooters that we been round
When I'm outside nobody don't squeeze round
I love lurking, swing my shank and hurt him
Uptown dates with bae
With a ramz on my waist, g-lock in her birkin
My side ting just gave me the drop
She's telling me stop
Please don't hurt him
Shut the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Get out the room, whilst my shooters burst him
Murk him
You know that gang be purging
I'm in the box cah he's in a box
You know the ones that come with a headstone
I beat off so much corn
That when gangs rolling they gotta bring their headphones
When it beats watch them grieve
They know it's booming like metro
I smashed Rellz in a matter of seconds
I done that shit in my Jordan Retros
Who's in the 9?
Who's in the Lane?
Nobody ain't out till late
(?...) My man in his shoulder
Only cah a man covered his face
And I remember when the new ting jammed on Toyan
That nigga shoulda been trapped in a grave
I remember when them niggas try lie on my name
What a shame, all my opps are lame
50 Racks, I ran thru dat
100 Racks, I ran thru dat
17 with 100 stacks
(?...) and I made it back
I heard his raps he ain't all dat
He got shot didn't make it back
Yo lemme get my hands on Sh'
Oh shit did I (?...)
{Intro}
Look
{Verse 1}
I mashed so much work on the niners
I told Broski Yo give em a rest
Give it a rest
Pick up your waps, come give it a test
Broski just got his hands on a ting
He's saying "Yo S"
It's due in a press
It's me in the press
Murder gang
You know the rest
Try flex on man with his bussdown chains
Finna' rip that shit off his neck back
Yo!
Slim done wet that bruck man's head back
Duh you know the rest akh'
I heard my neighbour running man's opps
In the morning I step out my cell and set dat
Respect dat before I get man
I'm on violence big man I don't tek chat
I step with the steppas I'm counter attacking
We soon catch man on the rebound
Double back spin man let's see man
Who's on what when the shooters lean out
I been hitting my bro since jail
He's missing my calls
Got me on the speed dial
Nigga got shooters that we been round
When I'm outside nobody don't squeeze round
I love lurking, swing my shank and hurt him
Uptown dates with bae
With a ramz on my waist, g-lock in her birkin
My side ting just gave me the drop
She's telling me stop
Please don't hurt him
Shut the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Get out the room, whilst my shooters burst him
Murk him
You know that gang be purging
I'm in the box cah he's in a box
You know the ones that come with a headstone
I beat off so much corn
That when gangs rolling they gotta bring their headphones
When it beats watch them grieve
They know it's booming like metro
I smashed Rellz in a matter of seconds
I done that shit in my Jordan Retros
Who's in the 9?
Who's in the Lane?
Nobody ain't out till late
(?...) My man in his shoulder
Only cah a man covered his face
And I remember when the new ting jammed on Toyan
That nigga shoulda been trapped in a grave
I remember when them niggas try lie on my name
What a shame, all my opps are lame
50 Racks, I ran thru dat
100 Racks, I ran thru dat
17 with 100 stacks
(?...) and I made it back
I heard his raps he ain't all dat
He got shot didn't make it back
Yo lemme get my hands on Sh'
Oh shit did I (?...)
