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No Ozone, Pt. 3

Album: No Ozone, Pt. 3 Durasi: 2:12

Grrah

Aah

Setty Blu

(Tick Tock Lawyered)

Ah, ah, ah

Too many opps in this blunt that I'm smokin'

I ain't shootin' from deep, I get closer

Setty Blu, who fuckin' wit' us?

Still smokin' my deads? Enough is enough

New opp got plucked

Niggas be talkin' like they be the only ones who totin' guns

Like, bitch, is you dumb?

Before I was Setty, I was in the field makin' niggas run

G-Lock hold a dozen

I really spin that block, let off shots, nigga, I ain't bluffin'

Stay strapped, like, I'm playin' defense

African boy dissin', I'ma leave him

King of the what? Like, nigga, who believed him? (Like, what?)

Talk on the 'net, I can't wait 'til I see him (Damn)

I can't wait 'til I see him

C Blu

All these niggas just tough on the 'net

In real life, they don't really want reck

Said you snatchin' what off C Blu neck? (Nothin')

Once you reach, I'ma teach you a lesson (Rrah)

Hollows hit him, now he drinkin' breakfast

Setty Blu, we the best, that's a fact (Facts)

It's a mill' and better every track

'Cause we get on the beat and speak facts

And them niggas don't get into that (At all)

All them pussy niggas rap and cap

Rah got hit, they can't get him back

Yeah, it's so many deads in my pack

I'm a blue devil, I'm a demon

Anywhere, nigga, I might leave him

C Blu the cuzzy, for me, he gon' bleed 'em

They like, "Setty, why you always schemin'?"

Sha Gz ran on Lotti, what's the reason?

Rah got lift, AJ crashed

New opp got left, I ain't talkin' on that

Try to backdoor me and I'm uppin' the strap (Grrah-grrah)

Niggas talkin' like they got hits

Know them Choo niggas mad Nick Blixk my spliff (Nick)

Smokin' dead niggas out the zip

One false move, nigga, I'ma cli- (Aaah!)

Keep a big gun on my hip

30 shots if they try to blitz

Beam on his heart, now he gotta shit

Shots gettin' fired, now he runnin' Rick (Grrah-grrah)

Smokin' K-Dubs out the zip

Fat-boy run, just don't trip

Need some Kane (Country), never lackin', curry on my hip

That's 30

Pour me a four on the Tris, that's dirty (That's dirty)

Spot a opp, I ain't shown' no mercy (At all)

Two hands when I shoot, I'm sturdy