OFB - Reality lyrics
[OFB - Reality lyrics]
If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats
More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil Jojo
Push my Rambz straight through them glasses
In the T, wooden floor, no carpet
I've been there for time
Ain't clean my armpit's
Pedal bike on the strip, man's grafting
Man just lean out the ride, start barking
(Bow)
OFB's got too much skengs (Bow)
And we circle round on the opp block
Don't bring phones, just waps instead
(We don't) we ain't leaving angles bent
Too many back doors popped on them
Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed
Free Ingz, free Bradz
OYY keeps taking my friends
How many man been splashed and shot?
We done a drill, laid low from cops
See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops
(Rip) the PR got wrapped in socks
And I'm in a next ends, that's kway
That's posh
The skeng's real safe, it's calm
It's locked (Locked)
And when I rise it
It's gon' beat like thots
It's gon' beat like thots
What's so hard to go step for your G's?
Me, I will just step and squeeze
Did you hear that shotgun sneeze?
Called me and kissed her teeth
I think the corn woke her out of her sleep
Blame Kermit, he just blammed a neek
Talk is cheap, what happened that week?
Gang got two but it should have been three
Me and Claps in a German doing top speed
Right now we need two bad Bs
That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed
Move from here with them tired trees
Catch me on the glide in a bruck down Jeep
Me, Lil T, MadMax and Creeps (Gang)
Opp pulled up late at night and went screen
I ain't heard nothing but the tyres screech
(Skrr)
Circle the Woods with the spinner on me
This kid is a violent G
Toured over there with guns back seat
Rude boy drop and your feeling this heat
Slap this wap, that's A&E
Barbies run and hold up your weave
Pull up on yute and dump out three
Hella man run, they push and scream
And man can't man can't be onto me
Cah I'll run up on your block with Rambo out
Tryna fish down one of your G's (Ching)
These guys can't talk on the team
Too many man got chased by me (Runners)
Bore you up and the blade I keep (Keep it)
And I had shh running from me
I'm not gonna lie, I gave him three
(I bored him)
And man know I'm holding my shank
How many times have I unclipped my Rambz?
And we had them hiding in blocks
It's straight up ments if you buck this gang
(Mothers)
Dot dots slap, just watch it spread
Again and again, suttin's gonna get whacked
(Bow) god knows why they don't ride back
They keep it a mystery, dumb little (Fuck)
Don't slip with your bae
And start running away (Don't run)
And leave her like Turna
Lil Jojo got himself bored up
And he's beefing the O and
He still ain't turned up
They got bro-bro on the wing
And they caging him in
Want him locked like Shmurda
But there's only a matter of time
Then broski's home and that day we turn up
But let's give the opps some clout
For the way that they run their mouth (Run)
They ain't scored no points on the O
But it come like the O be
The talk of the town (Why they talking?)
Where I'm from, there's a load of waps
But where my opps from
There's a load of clowns
Bad B on man from kway
She don't get no love, only gets one round
(One round)
Shotty come long like Grace
Way to your boy too fucking bait
Claps got his suttin' in the rave
But true say, true say I'm good anyway
Cah I got two Rambo's on my waist
She got a back and a pretty little face
She's like Kay when we going on a date
I'm in a bando babe, got grub on the plate
Skattz like freeze, a well-known booter
He's known for rising the hoover
You don't wanna get seen in the late night
Bro set pace, got blood on his Puma (Splash)
You can hold corn for throwing them twos up
Free V jugg on the wing with tuna
Feds want shh for bootings
But I swear down bro's too clued up
Mind where you step
OFB's are the ones that kweff
I done been in the field for a sec
And I've ran man down 'til
I run out of breath (Run him down)
See my blade gonna rip through flesh
Bleach my blade, don't leave no mess
(No mess) and that leaves no stress
That's back to the Trizz
Tryna see more bread (More bread)
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats
More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil Jojo
Push my Rambz straight through them glasses
In the T, wooden floor, no carpet
I've been there for time
Ain't clean my armpit's
Pedal bike on the strip, man's grafting
Man just lean out the ride, start barking
(Bow)
OFB's got too much skengs (Bow)
And we circle round on the opp block
Don't bring phones, just waps instead
(We don't) we ain't leaving angles bent
Too many back doors popped on them
Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed
Free Ingz, free Bradz
OYY keeps taking my friends
How many man been splashed and shot?
We done a drill, laid low from cops
See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops
(Rip) the PR got wrapped in socks
And I'm in a next ends, that's kway
That's posh
The skeng's real safe, it's calm
It's locked (Locked)
And when I rise it
It's gon' beat like thots
It's gon' beat like thots
What's so hard to go step for your G's?
Me, I will just step and squeeze
Did you hear that shotgun sneeze?
Called me and kissed her teeth
I think the corn woke her out of her sleep
Blame Kermit, he just blammed a neek
Talk is cheap, what happened that week?
Gang got two but it should have been three
Me and Claps in a German doing top speed
Right now we need two bad Bs
That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed
Move from here with them tired trees
Catch me on the glide in a bruck down Jeep
Me, Lil T, MadMax and Creeps (Gang)
Opp pulled up late at night and went screen
I ain't heard nothing but the tyres screech
(Skrr)
Circle the Woods with the spinner on me
This kid is a violent G
Toured over there with guns back seat
Rude boy drop and your feeling this heat
Slap this wap, that's A&E
Barbies run and hold up your weave
Pull up on yute and dump out three
Hella man run, they push and scream
And man can't man can't be onto me
Cah I'll run up on your block with Rambo out
Tryna fish down one of your G's (Ching)
These guys can't talk on the team
Too many man got chased by me (Runners)
Bore you up and the blade I keep (Keep it)
And I had shh running from me
I'm not gonna lie, I gave him three
(I bored him)
And man know I'm holding my shank
How many times have I unclipped my Rambz?
And we had them hiding in blocks
It's straight up ments if you buck this gang
(Mothers)
Dot dots slap, just watch it spread
Again and again, suttin's gonna get whacked
(Bow) god knows why they don't ride back
They keep it a mystery, dumb little (Fuck)
Don't slip with your bae
And start running away (Don't run)
And leave her like Turna
Lil Jojo got himself bored up
And he's beefing the O and
He still ain't turned up
They got bro-bro on the wing
And they caging him in
Want him locked like Shmurda
But there's only a matter of time
Then broski's home and that day we turn up
But let's give the opps some clout
For the way that they run their mouth (Run)
They ain't scored no points on the O
But it come like the O be
The talk of the town (Why they talking?)
Where I'm from, there's a load of waps
But where my opps from
There's a load of clowns
Bad B on man from kway
She don't get no love, only gets one round
(One round)
Shotty come long like Grace
Way to your boy too fucking bait
Claps got his suttin' in the rave
But true say, true say I'm good anyway
Cah I got two Rambo's on my waist
She got a back and a pretty little face
She's like Kay when we going on a date
I'm in a bando babe, got grub on the plate
Skattz like freeze, a well-known booter
He's known for rising the hoover
You don't wanna get seen in the late night
Bro set pace, got blood on his Puma (Splash)
You can hold corn for throwing them twos up
Free V jugg on the wing with tuna
Feds want shh for bootings
But I swear down bro's too clued up
Mind where you step
OFB's are the ones that kweff
I done been in the field for a sec
And I've ran man down 'til
I run out of breath (Run him down)
See my blade gonna rip through flesh
Bleach my blade, don't leave no mess
(No mess) and that leaves no stress
That's back to the Trizz
Tryna see more bread (More bread)