HK, OM - OT Flyin lyrics

Come to my my hood, I’m trappin
The phone line keeps on bangin
Shot a pac to nitty
Best know bros carrying the glizzy
Blacked out whips, blacked out trackie
I’ll get round there in my Bally
Do this Fraud I need a hali
I know a stinky yute named Tammy
Real badman from 7
Get rude, might back out the Wesson
See an opp, I sent him to heaven
Got bagged, caught with a weapon
9mm let it off
Came round there on the paigion block
Broadwater farm your a bunch of cocks
Bando your broke still wear odd socks
But guess what
Your auntie, caught her lackin at a party
Letting the mandem play with her Nani
Don’t take it to heart g goin down low me
Lеng, chocolate Barbie
She controlling thе party
Big leng back, wearin armani
Come to my my hood, I’m trappin
The phone line keeps on bangin
Shot a pac to nitty
Best know bros carrying the glizzy
Blacked out whips, blacked out trackie
I’ll get round there in my Bally
Do this Fraud I need a hali
I know a stinky yute named Tammy
Real badman from 7
Get rude, might back out the Wesson
See an opp, I sent him to heaven
Got bagged, caught with a weapon
SBL your a bunch of neeks
I saw PLO on the block
So you know I had to push my rambo in deep
HK was laughing on his grave ca
I bun that peigon so discrete
And now I put pussio, in eternal sleep
(in eternal sleep) oM I’m tapped in the head
I’ll lerk on your strip with
My shotgun and ped
That night when we road out
I was watching blood, ooze from his chest
And now he’s in hospital waiting
For his bloody death
We catch them they can’t catch us
Buck into a peigon we stick
Blade, right through his guts
Right right through his guts