OFB - Listen Up! lyrics

[OFB - Listen Up! lyrics]

OFB way, gun way, gang way
Get right or get left ghosty

Every now and then I cut tru' your block
But still I can't find me a soul (Aye)
We didn't see Turna in Eddy
We caught him in Walthamstow (With his bae)
This bruck back here from old, we
Ain't leaving 'till he's shaking, no joke
(Pumpy) sJ splash man down, oh woah
Yo, that's two man in one go (Listen up)
Bandokay, I'm boss on my block
I make bad B's pop O's (I'm a Farm t'ug)
Anytime I meet new cats I give them pics
They don't have to pose (They know)
Free Kash, that's bro
'bout a year ago he got locked for smoke
(That's bro)
At traffic lights tryna give him this poke
'nuff times F done ripped up coats
Any little stunt that them man pull
We popped up quick like toast (Bow)
Bad B on the nizz, she's doing the most
She brucks her back and goes (See you later)
And she give me mad throat
And now she wan' boast
Got her telling my hoes
(Why you doing that?)
I just wan' squeeze like Shay
So when you see me you better use them toes
(Zone 2)

I told bro that we're going
On the scariest ride and
I ain't talking 'bout no
Rides in Thorpe Park (No rides)
You say you done this and
You say you done that
Guess what little man? You're a talker
(Your chatting)
I get pushed up front with my broskis and
They get pushed right back like Walker
(Dickhead)
Juice man down on the back road with
My Rambo and rinse that with water
(Rinse that) don't cross this border
As soon as you step into Broadwater Farm
You're getting dussed out in order
(Where you going?)
And we camp with the corn by the bushes
So don't ever think that you can war us
(No you can't)
I follow the money, no stopping
So I guess you could call me a stalker
(I'm a stalker) pull up
Jump out and we're letting the tool blast
(Bow Bow)
Man's knees deep in it and there's no
Way that I'll ever back down (Never)
My nigga made so many bands
In the crack house
And he's still gotta count up these pounds
Bucked armed Jakes on the high road
I told bro we gotta go back right now
(Right now) four pedal bikes
Four Rambos and that's everytime that
We ride 'round town

(Add a K, get blammed like fuck it, you know)
My bad B got too much chat
Babes come bank this pack
Where your crutch is (If you're OJ)
If bro don't know what he's
Doing, pass me the dots, let Bando bruck it
(I'll bruck it) said she seen me on the
Stage with H, secretly
She's wet like a bucket (Uh, huh)
And them mans olders are neeks
Tion Wayne's a fucking muppet (Nerd)
MB's fast like Turna
We stopped chasing him like fuck it (Haha)
Can't lose with bae like T
Bando always gotta tuck it (You know)
Swing my shank with force
So this Rambo might get stuck in
And tonight we're going on the glide
Don't be the one to get bucked (Why?)
Buck into me and S, Rambos out
You're out of luck (Don't run)

Money on my mind and my hearts in fully
(Fully)
I'm a 22 bully, straight leather gloves
I don't rock with woolys (No way)
Pulling up, wagwan
What's goody? Tryna insert my
Blade in hoodys (Ching)
She suck this dick, I ain't touching pussy
Get chinged while them boy try boogy
Them boy there cowboys like Woody, I been
Out in the field for ages
You can't test my patience
You can never ask me what my name is
Man been doing fuckeries on the pavement
(Trust me)
Now I guess I'm everyone's paigon
Now I gotta clear out these wagons
(Clear dat) spilt fruit punch all over my
Trainers, slap this corn
Wake up all the neighbours

Running man down 'till I run out
Of breath, I hate hearing
"you're under arrest" (I hate it)
You don't wanna see me and S, Rambos out
Tryna hit that chest (PYC)
Big bumper, thick thighs and breast
Wan' flex with the gang and pop them F's
(Aye) me and Zillz nearly crashed
Into feds, skid, skrr, tell bro turn left
Creep, stab one, look 'round
Who's next? In the ride told
My young boy flex
If opps pull up, they're fucking
Stressed, buck me with Lz
Better have your vest (Ching)

Don't get chinged out your DSquared jeans
Insert my blade in your Fendi tee (Insert)
You can't question me, if it's
On then it's on, no need for speech
(No speech)
I don't squash no beef cah my hearts
Fully on and my heads on heat
(yeah, it's hot)
My broskis really are doing these drills and
He's the young definition of teached
Me and bro having talks
About going on glides
In the same week we was going on rides
(Riding) took a trip to the 9
We can't leave so quick so we circled twice
There's no opps in sight
It gets me mad when I waste my time
The opp thots want a Farm
Block tug', better suck dick
You ain't holding pipe (Suck it)

Ghosty

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