One Time

Swish

Yeah EPO peace boy

Go round there and say one time

Imma tug on my block

Man cut through countless times

You can get touched, chat shit and deny

How many man on your team been dipped like fries?

They say I can't lie but I gotta take risks and try

Man stepped with two young G's, that's Didz and Eyes

Man dump on beats and still take trips sometimes

If you slip on your block then we gotta make siblings cry

My team's that peak and beat off streets

Don't scream, we ain't searching right

Man creep on your block

Cah we step with with book on bikes get X in the big moonlight

Things and stuff get popped when doors get bussed

So more time we're searching right

And he ain't known in the bizz but chats 'bout the bitch like bright

Man you know that the ting's onsight

When he got dipped, he was walking dead like Dwight

The beef gets peak and it's been that way, no bright

Look

Bally on me, you're a blacked out T

I'm back, I'm swinging my arms in chief

Test my right hand, you know about beef

If you 'ear that kit, it's a violent sneeze

Look

Step back, no patience cah retaliation be applied as see

If you pop L's, what's poppin' my G?

Ain't no way man's squashin' the beef

Back up my shank and dug up your your last

I suggest you fall back

Slap that gauge in the dinga, my drilla been aiming at hats

Burst in small cah your squad is my favourite hobby

Man best step from the wap

Mind out where you steppin'

Hats gon' run then we burst off waps

This block back gets ringing

Still tryna burst off backs

Stuff them shells in the skeng, reverse it back at that batch

If you roll with your yat and you're buckin' the gang

Tell your bitch don't lack

We still rise up, tryna burst up hats

No point tryna deny your face in the vids

You can still get dipped in the back, don't lack

Shit the niners done it again

Two point two in the ding dong waze

The bitch shoulda cooked that skeng

This shit ain't done for the clout

Lowkey we properly ride, fuck them

They saw us crash and they dashed on ten

Ten toes on their flat

If you roll with their batch

Don't lack if you seen with them

Don't think 'cause I did mans rap that I'm feelin' the beat of the wap

Behind closed doors we're beatin' back

Fuck if you come out of jail, we bang them shells

Where your riders at?

Pull up and creep

We don't speak, we're the silent batch

Bitch boy fuck all your chit and your chat

We supply that blem, bell

Rise at them

Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's

We can pop at them

Fuck

Free up the guys in pen

We supply that blem, bell

Rise at them

Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's

We can pop at them

Fuck

Free up the guys in pen