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lirik lagu ofb - listen up pt. 2

[intro]
cash
beatsbylucas
ofb way, gun way, gang way
get right or get left
woi, woi

[chorus: sj & bandokay]
i’m tryna grab man, nap man and attack man (nap him)
carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox, slap man in a black van (get him in there)
i guess i’m too tapped, don’t mad man (mad man)
it gets all peak when i swing my black hand (ching)
i’ve seen big men turn jello, crash the rental and hold corn from this handgun (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
sj, i’m known as a bad man
zt ain’t safe in the 9 after nine, that’s why the niners still hiding (bow, bow)
my whole squads on riding, me, i’m on sliding, long samurai like a viking (ching, ching)
ab kept driving, me, i would’ve knifed him, hear the opp boys just typin’ (stop typin’)
you know gang-gangs ridin’, need me a python or i’ll fist him up like tyson

[verse 1: sj & bandokay]
yeah, i’m young it’s fun, man live it, man k!ll it
no sweets in the mash, man fill it (man fill it)
you want smoke with the gang? come, bring it
best drill it, don’t miss when you shoot, are you kidding? (bow, bow)
don’t miss when you shoot, are you kidding? (no way, no way)
in the back of this x3 ding-dong skidding (skrr)
so bro’s angry, he got them bibbing (bow, bow)
devilish thoughts when i see them tripping

[verse 2: sj]
listen up
in the rain, .32 in my coat, i saw him freeze up when i back this smoke (bow, bow)
nowadays everyone’s beefing the o but it’s calm, we still got smoke for domes (bow, bow)
aim up high, dump off or blow, get poked, my 15 garn’ rip through clothes (ching, ching)
get touched, no hope, get rich, not broke, for the opps, this beef can’t hold (no way, no way)
and what’s this mans seen on udn? (what’s this?)
another 9 boy tryna send for the gang, oh sh-t, he ain’t rid for his friend (oh sh-t)
i said he don’t do that again (no way)
this west ting tryna line them up, i guess everything’s f-cked if i rise it up (bow, bow)
on the 9 block, made star 9 buss, get touched, no way can that boy try duss (woi, woi)

[verse 3: bandokay]
this long nose can’t fit in my coat, half it, half it ’till it fits in proper
this bruck back come big like a chopper, we burn our garms and hit foot locker (burn them)
rise it up, tryna spot me an oppa, my bro could’ve made it playing soccer (could’ve made it)
my head back still crisp like tucker, circle the 9 tryna ching up a f-cker (listen up, listen up)
ching him up, head straight to the blocka, step on the gas, lay low from a chopper (skrr, skrr)
drive thru’, i ain’t buying a whopper, i’m doing this drill with bro, he a shotter (big shotter)
.38 lead, come taste this copper, chest shot, head shot, do up a sucker (mad)
this rambo slides in like b-tter, the 9 where we go to juice this cutter

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