Strangled
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They ain't even know what's real
None of you niggas around
She took it off on the roof
Told her baby that ain't real
She just a regular bitch
Like you niggas on the mic
We taking over the streets
God damn nigga greedy
We the ones giving out sauce
Got your music on a cross
I own a couple of rooms
Got me a couple of goons
You don't want it with the blues
Y'all ain't even got a clue
Beat O Matic got it glued
Twizzy holla with the crew
Yeah, huh
I tell you niggas what's up?
Big hommie with the gats
Nobody looking for me
And I ain't even on the block
Gangbang every hood
They keep it Gangster for real
Flyboy Blxck Opps
Yeah
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
Still rapping like I'm on the come up
With my brothers a bunch of piranhas
In the ghetto surviving the dramas
Where niggas are rowdy but we always calmer
No need for dropping we covered the summers
Skwalas who run up get done up
No debating this town man it's ours
Ain't no mistaking this, some of y'all cowards
Got the game running on easy
We don't sleep going OT
You picking on me? You gonn bleed
None of you jigaboos fit in our team
Let us pause for a moment
We stumping out all the opponents
Maparas reside in my zone
A bunch of barbaric descendents of Conan
Still cooking up steez, don't try calling us ntwana we busy
Ain't know bout we getting love from the youngs to the triple OGs
Got that Itis, e tseisa sedidi
And the kitchen is never depleted
We notice they plotting and scheming
Nonetheless we remain undefeated
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They ain't even know what's real
None of you niggas around
She took it off on the roof
Told her baby that ain't real
She just a regular bitch
Like you niggas on the mic
We taking over the streets
God damn nigga greedy
We the ones giving out sauce
Got your music on a cross
I own a couple of rooms
Got me a couple of goons
You don't want it with the blues
Y'all ain't even got a clue
Beat O Matic got it glued
Twizzy holla with the crew
Yeah, huh
I tell you niggas what's up?
Big hommie with the gats
Nobody looking for me
And I ain't even on the block
Gangbang every hood
They keep it Gangster for real
Flyboy Blxck Opps
Yeah
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
Still rapping like I'm on the come up
With my brothers a bunch of piranhas
In the ghetto surviving the dramas
Where niggas are rowdy but we always calmer
No need for dropping we covered the summers
Skwalas who run up get done up
No debating this town man it's ours
Ain't no mistaking this, some of y'all cowards
Got the game running on easy
We don't sleep going OT
You picking on me? You gonn bleed
None of you jigaboos fit in our team
Let us pause for a moment
We stumping out all the opponents
Maparas reside in my zone
A bunch of barbaric descendents of Conan
Still cooking up steez, don't try calling us ntwana we busy
Ain't know bout we getting love from the youngs to the triple OGs
Got that Itis, e tseisa sedidi
And the kitchen is never depleted
We notice they plotting and scheming
Nonetheless we remain undefeated
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
There's no one looking on the side
Oh my gosh, got them petrified there's nowhere to hide
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to breathe
We got these niggas feeling dizzy
They trying to
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Writer(s): Pontsho Fidzane
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