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Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now, today we've got OFB but I ain’t gonna say who... you should just know
So, not gonna do too much talking
Let's get into it

I spy with my little eye
Opp boys runnin' with fear in their eyes
Whoever gets caught, they’re gonna get diced
What you know about jumpin' off 125's?
Swing with my blade or I'm aimin' high
Made about eight man run off and hide
The walkin' stick got brought on the ride
Better use them legs, that's word of advice
N22 got dead, so gang said f**k all of that, let's skrr on the 9
So we skrr’d on the 9 and four got knifed
Mans really beefin’ nervous guys
On my life if the wap didn't jam
That would’ve been gangdems fastest ride
Jooby just dipped that down on a glide
He's got about nine man kotch on his knife

The opps add K's and they don't catch K’s
They ain't touched one of my mates
I'm on the block with a Rambz on my waist
Any opps get spot, get sent down kway
OFB, we don't do it for the fame
We just rise up and we turn man's page
You can send as much shots you want
But them shots won't hurt 'cah them shots there fake
And name one guy that you touched from my batch
And name one guy that you put in the grave
Are you goin' insane?
SJ only runs from the boys in plain
Kermit got man on the mains
And his freedom's good 'cah there weren't no face
And most man started over these sides
But they switched side 'cah they weren't OJ
F**k the judge, gave Boogie a mad ting
It's a mad ting, 20 years on the landin'
Do guys really think we're rampin'?
Blacked out with five of my mates on the gang ting
On the opp block with broski, campin'
Tryna shank him or corn from the hand ting
This bad B needs to get to bankin'
Bill up my phone nonstop on a gang ting
I was on the glide when the mash kept jammin'
C*ck it, lean back, watch bro-bro tan him
Is he a pirate or not? I'll blam him
Don't be there when the OFB's gangin'
22 got done up on a mazza
I don't even know how he's still bangin'
Bangin', T house bando slangin'
Or I'm in N9 tryna slide where they're hangin'

I got so many man on my hit list
But they're missin' and it's gettin' me fed up
These opp boys need to get their bread up
Run man down, get caught, get cheff up
Boogie B needs to keep his head up
My family, my bro, my breddah
Stainless steel and my gloves are leather
Run man down, pitch man, don't get up
I'm tryna kweng mans face
That's hashtag Narsty
I swear I nearly lost it with auntie
She really thinks that this problem's with marney
This barbie brucks her back in marty
F**k a blue phone, bro calls off a Smartie
And more time just swing for the heartie
Free Boogie B, done taped off parties
Double tap that, hit him and his barbie

You should've seen the dinger we came in
Jump out gang on all of my paigons
Shh escaped, had bro complainin'
We stayed on the lurk, don't be mistaken
Who got blammed when bro was aimin'?
Bro left my man chillin' on pavement
Bad B gets on her knees, no fuss
Drag that out and buss in their faces

Fumez The Engineer
OFB, Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Let us know who we should get next week
But until then, we're gone

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