OFB, Abra Cadabra, Legz - Crisis lyrics

They like "Leg, where have you been?"
I ain't heard much
You've been off for a while and
You barely is a ting
This time I self way out in London but
I ain't trynna barter that judge again
Now I'm back in the ends
PO 17 down to the end
My team so official, act up
We send man south with this ammo
And my gang move sick, put
The horn to your nose
Tryna move wild like a rhino

And man don't do lackin' so anywhere I go
You know you see my knife go
And the gang ain't riskin'
So anywhere we go
You know you see the ting load
Man get slapped for givin' out info
Get slashed in a move like Kimbo
Tryna tek my four bimbo, we switch up
They don't wanna steal
Wanna still be involved
Flip out my knife, forgive me it's wicked
Let's chat

Let's see what I chat off of that
Cut mans face, sssh, buss out there
Man tryna fuckin' run after man
Tek your boy, tryna snap the gang
Movin' active
I tek weh your phone out your hand
PO, that's us
Get caught like a body, get rushed
We ain't leavin' the scene till we
Know mans face a 100% bust

See you when you roll up, don't move
Must jump out and back out your stuff
Nigga, nigga don't front
Fresh out my brudda Worm (Welcome back)
Why the feds won't leave man
Judge won't leave Worm but word back home
Prepare for them bridges them to get burned
From the road to the jailhouse
Know you can't fuck my nigga Worm
Even a bird wouldn't finish his worms

Your time was crisis
Had the ops them moving like France
They didn’t wanna buck into ISIS
That trip deh was kinda wild, but fuck that
Man ah gon' on a madness
All I know is fuck fed
Fuck jail, fuck judge, fuck license
Realize everyone is runnin' off to hidin'

Man duck em out, see me gwaanin'
Shootin' wit' my dargs
We don’t get it twisted and
Tryna bust the same
Jokes thinkin' that you're gonna
Get the same laugh
Outside yutes are taking it to heart
Depending on the friendship
Credit determine if you get a change

If you’re in my section, boy, you get L'arf
If you tryna move salty you get pepper
PL and applyin' pressure
MP was tronger than ever
I can feel it in the aura
Know they done fear us
Can’t be on some gangsta (Gangshit)

Let me get this straight
Bare chat on the tweet when
The G's bucked you, you was holding chase
Man got mashup
Things on things all over the place
Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri
When your shoe was all over the place
Pussy?

Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that shoe"
Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that card"
When the man them hit up, hit up that four
Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha
Kwasiasem, who you talking to?
Man a real bad boy, who you talking to?
Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through
One 7k and your calling who?
Big black boy from Ghana

Wet man’s rassclart lungs in the backroad
Leave man maga
Man do road cause my rams, cause my rams
Cause my rams are my armor
Mash up a fuckboy quick
Sell him on to his farda
You ain't letting it bang
So why the fuck did you
Leave your like mikes?
Have you seen your jacket and kicks?
How you talking 'bout tramps
On your timeline?
They talking the shit like they pressure

I swear on my life I'm fed up
One of these yutes haffi dead up
Mandem wan' do it for the Peri
When you jump out in these wet-wets
They all ten toes ready
So man creep up on the back row
Then man aim it steady
Legz wan' beat off the tum tum
So you know it's all ready