C Blu - Setty Blu lyrics
[C Blu - Setty Blu lyrics]
(No more heroes
Y'all ain't ready for the new shit) look
Ahh, ahh grrah
(Tick Tock Lawyered) c Blu
Yeah, I'm tired of these rap niggas dissin'
(Facts)
When they see me, I hope they perform
Like, why they keep saying my name?
Like, I don't let it rip for the gang
(Grrah) i be flocking for Nazzy
And scorin' for JayripK (Grrah)
Any nigga who play, get a face lit
They like, "Setty Blu buggin'"
They telling us, "Chill"
2 Deep, 2 knocks, yeah
It's time to go drill
Bitch, tell me which one
Of y'all niggas perform?
(Which one of y'all?)
I'on talk with my hands, that's on JB
I ball there go a opp, I'm finna pack him
EOS, Every O shot, I hеard EK a bum
And Blockwork can't go to his block
(At all)
I know a opp that got hit in his neck (Grrah)
How the fuck is that nigga alive? (Likе how?)
Twenty Four Like I'm Kobe
Free Mali, he Shaq
Everybody K, they don't get into that
Talk on Setty Blu, better state the facts
Stomach shot, rippin' through his back
If he run, don't trip like Dubs
Get hurt wit' the knockers
Whoever thinking' I'm smokin' what?
I'd be damned if I go out like Rah
Move Look, he shoulda died
No, there's too many opps in the sky
Why they dissin' us? I'on know why
Bring the pole to the function
Everywhere I'm gripped
Try to run up on me, you gon' die
I heard AJ ain't make it
That boy couldn't drive
Thought he was Walker, flipped over and die
All my opps got no luck in the V
Mexxy, he lacked, he got packed in the V
Rah Rah, he lacked
Left his brains on the seat
So many opps, I could name, they deceased
Ain't no lackin', my knockers wit' me
Try to fight, i'ma back it and squeeze
30 stick in my pants
Got me feeling like Steph
Catch an O, i'ma, grrah-grrah
I don't say it 'cause you know the rest
Posting ya' knocks, but you stay in the crib
Come outside and let's put it to test
Know a opp that got left
I ain't mention him yet
All i'ma say is y'all needa
Get back for y'all deads
Try to back door me
You ain't back doored shit
Spin through the 4's
Tryna do 'em like Teequo
She lacked in the clip hole, three holes
We gon' spin through the well, tree hole
We give it to him like a free throw
Gotta look both ways when you run into me
If I don't got the knocks
She get hit wit' the V
Niggas gettin' on tracks, just rappin'
Who they wanna be?
Y'all ain't ready for the new shit) look
Ahh, ahh grrah
(Tick Tock Lawyered) c Blu
Yeah, I'm tired of these rap niggas dissin'
(Facts)
When they see me, I hope they perform
Like, why they keep saying my name?
Like, I don't let it rip for the gang
(Grrah) i be flocking for Nazzy
And scorin' for JayripK (Grrah)
Any nigga who play, get a face lit
They like, "Setty Blu buggin'"
They telling us, "Chill"
2 Deep, 2 knocks, yeah
It's time to go drill
Bitch, tell me which one
Of y'all niggas perform?
(Which one of y'all?)
I'on talk with my hands, that's on JB
I ball there go a opp, I'm finna pack him
EOS, Every O shot, I hеard EK a bum
And Blockwork can't go to his block
(At all)
I know a opp that got hit in his neck (Grrah)
How the fuck is that nigga alive? (Likе how?)
Twenty Four Like I'm Kobe
Free Mali, he Shaq
Everybody K, they don't get into that
Talk on Setty Blu, better state the facts
Stomach shot, rippin' through his back
If he run, don't trip like Dubs
Get hurt wit' the knockers
Whoever thinking' I'm smokin' what?
I'd be damned if I go out like Rah
Move Look, he shoulda died
No, there's too many opps in the sky
Why they dissin' us? I'on know why
Bring the pole to the function
Everywhere I'm gripped
Try to run up on me, you gon' die
I heard AJ ain't make it
That boy couldn't drive
Thought he was Walker, flipped over and die
All my opps got no luck in the V
Mexxy, he lacked, he got packed in the V
Rah Rah, he lacked
Left his brains on the seat
So many opps, I could name, they deceased
Ain't no lackin', my knockers wit' me
Try to fight, i'ma back it and squeeze
30 stick in my pants
Got me feeling like Steph
Catch an O, i'ma, grrah-grrah
I don't say it 'cause you know the rest
Posting ya' knocks, but you stay in the crib
Come outside and let's put it to test
Know a opp that got left
I ain't mention him yet
All i'ma say is y'all needa
Get back for y'all deads
Try to back door me
You ain't back doored shit
Spin through the 4's
Tryna do 'em like Teequo
She lacked in the clip hole, three holes
We gon' spin through the well, tree hole
We give it to him like a free throw
Gotta look both ways when you run into me
If I don't got the knocks
She get hit wit' the V
Niggas gettin' on tracks, just rappin'
Who they wanna be?