OTV 1
Out the vault my brother I got some bars to pull
Hit that mans chest-er
With what I got my Arsenal
If the beef ever weighs a Ton
Bet ya'll see them bolting
Any way to run it's too heavy cam for you bitches just like
A Getty fuck swinging machetes just let it pop like confetti
Pick a park & my goons will make it Jurassic
If my shots all land oh then you can feel the magic aye
Made metal these pussies be made in plastic
Metetelo Por El Culo see what that means in Spanish aye
What's the go we gon see what his life like
Bars so hard fuck your life up like a ice pipe
I'm nice nice yeah this banger
When I pull it your whole block fall down
I'm talking Jenga aye
I don't regret what I've done I lear from it for my wife & my son
I'm tryna change but I'm still with my knife & my uuh
This real spittin'
They ain't got drip they need sauce like El Jannah Chicken
Me and Pistol brother know we put US in HUSTLE
T R it up if they O U B L E me that's trouble
I'm watching 'em buckle
0 L's with the knuckles
From south West bro ok Russell
Different grind bro that white powder doesn't make you a soldier
Be a folder when we aim for the head and shoulders lad what you thought
Swim through freestyles like Ian Thorpe
Call it off I'm blowin the whistle It's Too $hort aye
Want beef brother order that would you rather catch the bullet
Or throw it we the quarter backs so many bars can't you tell
All these reactors gon have a face
Like they sniffed up a shit smell uuh
Get rich or die tryin man men wish death upon me but they end up like Brian
I'm not saying I'm the best at this shit but
Really bro nobody better than this
Yo, little thugs
Welcome to that Southwest jungle
Bunch of hard cunts but we still stay humble
Ready for all ready to brawl ready to rumble
Them boys that ran the ball came here fumbled
Say it with youur chest don't mumble
Youngns these day want the glory without the hustle
Got Something silver in my back we gorillas
They got fake guns but they're claiming there the realist
We came in the game to kill it
No card games when we're dealin
Got tea about that other side I just might spill it
For my uso no words all it takes is a call
I got a gambling problem don't give a fuck if I lose it all
Two through the front door two through the back
Don't go inside a trap unless ur carrying a
Never go for the cheese if you're running with a rat
Them boys that you back are the same ones that lack
Bro I'm pissed off but I'm really with the shit
Stomp me out with new shoes
Those some nice kicks
Sluts everywhere all these cunts will get touched
Call 'em out one out but they run past
Like bull rush
Lad you ain't lived the life I live
I swear anybody can get it I got more to give
Last cunt that ran his lips and started talkin his shit
Fuck, you should've seen what Enzo Fuckn done to that bitch
It's the ones from your city that show hate the most
Burnt my bread so much that I don't fuck with toast
It's the guys that do less that always say the most
My connects so good that's why they give me host lad
Don't mean to boast and that
Bro we're the kings of rap
If things change adapt
Come down lad put it to the test
If you support them dogs don't rep southwest
Like how you gonna rep my side but don't beef them lads
That's like bein a vegan but still eat kebabs
They do nothin on site but on the net they're mad
We're not even at our peak this is easy lad
Deuce-Deuce
Hit that mans chest-er
With what I got my Arsenal
If the beef ever weighs a Ton
Bet ya'll see them bolting
Any way to run it's too heavy cam for you bitches just like
A Getty fuck swinging machetes just let it pop like confetti
Pick a park & my goons will make it Jurassic
If my shots all land oh then you can feel the magic aye
Made metal these pussies be made in plastic
Metetelo Por El Culo see what that means in Spanish aye
What's the go we gon see what his life like
Bars so hard fuck your life up like a ice pipe
I'm nice nice yeah this banger
When I pull it your whole block fall down
I'm talking Jenga aye
I don't regret what I've done I lear from it for my wife & my son
I'm tryna change but I'm still with my knife & my uuh
This real spittin'
They ain't got drip they need sauce like El Jannah Chicken
Me and Pistol brother know we put US in HUSTLE
T R it up if they O U B L E me that's trouble
I'm watching 'em buckle
0 L's with the knuckles
From south West bro ok Russell
Different grind bro that white powder doesn't make you a soldier
Be a folder when we aim for the head and shoulders lad what you thought
Swim through freestyles like Ian Thorpe
Call it off I'm blowin the whistle It's Too $hort aye
Want beef brother order that would you rather catch the bullet
Or throw it we the quarter backs so many bars can't you tell
All these reactors gon have a face
Like they sniffed up a shit smell uuh
Get rich or die tryin man men wish death upon me but they end up like Brian
I'm not saying I'm the best at this shit but
Really bro nobody better than this
Yo, little thugs
Welcome to that Southwest jungle
Bunch of hard cunts but we still stay humble
Ready for all ready to brawl ready to rumble
Them boys that ran the ball came here fumbled
Say it with youur chest don't mumble
Youngns these day want the glory without the hustle
Got Something silver in my back we gorillas
They got fake guns but they're claiming there the realist
We came in the game to kill it
No card games when we're dealin
Got tea about that other side I just might spill it
For my uso no words all it takes is a call
I got a gambling problem don't give a fuck if I lose it all
Two through the front door two through the back
Don't go inside a trap unless ur carrying a
Never go for the cheese if you're running with a rat
Them boys that you back are the same ones that lack
Bro I'm pissed off but I'm really with the shit
Stomp me out with new shoes
Those some nice kicks
Sluts everywhere all these cunts will get touched
Call 'em out one out but they run past
Like bull rush
Lad you ain't lived the life I live
I swear anybody can get it I got more to give
Last cunt that ran his lips and started talkin his shit
Fuck, you should've seen what Enzo Fuckn done to that bitch
It's the ones from your city that show hate the most
Burnt my bread so much that I don't fuck with toast
It's the guys that do less that always say the most
My connects so good that's why they give me host lad
Don't mean to boast and that
Bro we're the kings of rap
If things change adapt
Come down lad put it to the test
If you support them dogs don't rep southwest
Like how you gonna rep my side but don't beef them lads
That's like bein a vegan but still eat kebabs
They do nothin on site but on the net they're mad
We're not even at our peak this is easy lad
Deuce-Deuce
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Writer(s): Lorenzoe Samson Ma'a, Puipaa Ma'a
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