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Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Why's it ok when you false FLAG, and you drive TANKS,
and you grind THANGS,
but when other crews do it , got a problem need to whine and COMPLAIN,
I hate see'n thugs cry it's a goddamn SHAME,
Misfits moved south and you all cried not FAIR,
Held hands, made demands, And yelled carebear STAR,
GSF had are back, and their terms were FAIR,
But Vagos and Leanboys, had somethin PREPARED,
They false flagged as a Misfit robbed ANDREWS,
Took his weapons camped my house until I ran THROUGH,
Tony, Curtis, Mike and some other random DUDE,
Planted the PD weapon on me man that shit was RUDE,
If it were me, and I had done that to YOU,
You'll would have lost your damn minds and you know it is TRUE,
Your own rules don't apply to YOU,
You only bring them up as a crutch, cuz you cucks don't know how to fuckin LOSE,
Wuchang records went and signed the fucking GOAT,
you all wanted Old TT well here you GO,
Now I got the tec 9 aimed at your COAT,
nothin savin you now not even 8 bricks of coke, CUH
I'm ruthless, we can square up I'll leave you toothless,
you wouldn't dare take this fight
cuz you know you'd would lose it,
Times running out , Tik Tock,
I bet it's hard running flippy, with them flip flops,
I always see your salty ass laid at pill box,
strapped to an IV, bitch drip drop,
Speedy you war'n in the Hermes every damn day,
Trying to convince everyone that shits not a TANK,
4v2 at my house Yesterday and you got SPANKED,
And flippy cried like a bitch screaming "you gone PAY!!"
Yeah OK, Mr.excuses. it's the samething everytime that your little bitch ass LOSES,
Chang gang's got the Skittles caged in like rats,
Call the lean boys a smartie, we eat the red ones last.
and the yellow ones get passed, and go right to the trash,
The skittles gang don't stand a chance now and that's just straight facts,
It's ironic leans bankin' off that taco booth,
When Tacos laying you out alone making bankin' off you,
You sloppy ass pussies lookin like lunch meat,
Saabs trademark should be him him slumped in a front seat,
Come on Curtis we know you ain't no damn demon,
The only money shot you take is Vagos semen,
I guess I'm gonna have to start pocket cleanin'
We're up 3 tuner chips in this Tellatubby season,
Ellie, this life isn't for you,
The Lean boys quick to ditch ya when it's a 5 man crew,
Shit I would too, this is long past due,
you should have been the one to fail in Buddha's old crime school,
Y'all holding hands just to get by,
South side lookin more like the hair off of Takeshi 69.
I miss the old Eugue what's gotten into you,
You've seen a lot of wars, but this you won't see through,
If you wanna be extra lean you gotta trim the fat
So tell Ellie and Eugene that they gotta fall back,
Lang if you want static
You know we got them automatics
when you're not around, we been clappin and blasting your boys asses,
The politics in the souths a damn joke,
I had enough of being Southsides scapegoat,
Yo Turbo, set up the meetin, change their Banadas to skittles
so got snacks for the upcoming season,
Better belive it, after this the souths gonna change,
cuz were just so damn tired of the same old same,
They bully on, and do no wrong, fucking suck each other off,
Oh my god,
They just so motha fucking strong, We should all aploud,
If they coming after you, nothing you do,
Oh their coming after me, How can this be,
It's only gonna be another win for OTT...
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