OFB - Beat It lyrics

When we do this drill, don't head to block
Like don't go there it's flames
Backroad head straight to the mains
Bare space bro switching up lanes
Kushy put his foot on the
Brakes, bro backed it
Tryna splatter mans brain
I'm going insane, I'm running from plain
So don't get blammed on the main

If you heard that a madness
Occurred in the ends
It was probably gang that did it
Have you ever tried to
Stab someone and missed
Their skin by just a few inches?
First time I loaded the gun
Felt wicked, what happened next
I can't put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car
Just ask yourself are you really on drillings

Stepped in the dance with
The leng ones watching
Clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use
So don't get your head back split into two
Spot me an opp then I'm off this moped
Grown men still get chinged in groups
My, they lie in the booth
What can I say when you fuck with them yutes?

You woulda thought we're losing screws
Cos Bando's tapped and I'm tapped too
Now and again man slide on the 2's
With a bally on my face
You don't know who's who
All the big bros are telling me chill
Cah the UK Migos soon break through
Don't get it twist tho, load that broom
And circle for yutes in the back of the coup

Listen up, listen up, beat it yo, beat it yo
Live'o corn when I beat it
Sweet one on the nizz man jeet it, leave it
Told little bro he can keep it
If he runs too slow, man I sweep it
Rammy on me of course he can eat it
Opp block gassed up but I mean
It, man grease it, clean it, gotta treat it
Opp block tour so the gang done three trips
Three trips had the whole party leaving
Got Barbies screaming leave him
Broad day boot get splashed in the evening
Lil jojo, can't see him he's bleeding
Caught two times imma make it a three ting

If I told you things I seen myself
You probably think that I needed help
I was moving mad with my Oyster card
When I carried two guns on TFL
I'm in the bando, with my
Rambo and trap phone
Getting packs sold to increase my wealth
The opps get tarnished again and again
History just repeats it'self

Look, I'm risking about ten
Years every single
Time that I step in this car
If I put my whole life on snapchat
I'll probably catch me a terrorist charge
Fuck a label, I'm signed to the roads
But lemme tell you why this
Life ain't a joke
Yo, do you know annoying it is to get nicked
By the same feds twice in a row?

Do him like fuck it, the shotgun
Bussin, grip on my man, then dump it
Bare corn buss at the window
Shoulda seen the way my opps was jumping
DV got bored at a function
I really don't know how my man recovered
Hella bros dem always telling me I'm
Suborn, my opps dem are funny
Man hella Chris Tuckers

Told bro that it's mad he'll be home soon
Right now just pray for the best
Free S, my slime, my flesh, any party we go
We leave it a mess
This bad b's got back and chest
Looking boujee in her heels and dress
Like yes, Southside need a ref, pissed lad
If you ain't got your vest

When we do this drill, don't head to block
Like don't go there it's flames
Backroad head straight to the mains
Bare space bro switching up lanes
Kushy put his foot on the
Brakes, bro backed it
Tryna splatter mans brain
I'm going insane, I'm running from plain
So don't get blammed on the main

If you heard that a madness
Occurred in the ends
It was probably gang that did it
Have you ever tried to
Stab someone and missed
Their skin by just a few inches?
First time I loaded the gun
Felt wicked, what happened next
I can't put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car
Just ask yourself are you really on drillings

Stepped in the dance with
The leng ones watching
Clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use
So don't get your head back split into two
Spot me an opp then I'm off this moped
Grown men still get chinged in groups
My, they lie in the booth
What can I say when you fuck with them yutes?