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Westwood Crib Session (2019)
by
SJ (OFB)
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Yo, it's Tim Westwood TV, we're back up in the Crib Session and doing it real heavy for the streets Shout out to all of the Farm, #OFB SJ, Bandokay, Double Lz All of OFB up in the building, shout out to the Sinners, Headie One and Abz, let's go Project X Ghosty Part 1 Just circled once, can't circle once so we circle back two times All it takes is one gang sign for me to pop up and blow out your mind You ain't moving in disguise, tell bro "turn right", tryna do him at traffic lights Two opps in a day by surprise, no knives, so I swing my arms with my guys This bad B keeps telling me lies, she reminds me of A1FromThe9 My aunties want to see me shine, don't want me in the 9 tryna air this bine Tell Lerkz I'll do it any time, my family, my bro, my slime And if we got Tuggzy in ends, then I got him to 'cause that's bro from time Broadwater Farm, on the line with the spin ting spinning like Thorpe Park rides Late night glides, 4 doors or bikes, just tryna make this beat like Sykes OFB don't do it for the stripes, c*ck it, lean back, is that an opp in sight? She wanna be with Bando for the night, whoosh, why's this girl so hyped? Me and SJ in the back of the ride, we're going on a glide, tryna drive on Drive Well, ask 'bout me, I'm a violent guy, who's them yutes? Bro, spin that ride Tried leave one in his headie, no lie, within one week, five opps got diced But shout out Bando, that's my guy, we're bad boys, no Marcus and Mike Lil Jojo got bored up twice, you don't wanna see Jib with his pirate knife On the opp block really be searching for deals, tryna bore him like I bored up Snipes And that's no caps, no lies, 8 millimeters of Rambo knives In N22 we raised the crimes, gang jump out and wave our knives I'm in the 9 tryna fish, no prawn and if you don't run, get filled with corn T-shirts get torn, this shotgun's sawn, chop it the same size as Shawn Look, Bando from morning to morn', bad B back come big like Swarmz Civilians all beeping their horns for spinning this coupe for a brown skin jawn OFB's on form, Niners respawn and most of them mans been bored Them points get scored, Swifty got floored, Lampost got sent to the lord I ride out in bruck down Fords tryna crash off corn or swing my sword Bad B come thick like Steff, in London my cats called Bando jawn Hold one in the head but it's nothing like unicorns And the way DV got bored up then survived, what a f**king miracle L’z OFB, I'm a local criminal, jump out gang, Xin Zhao, get physical Got down shh, keep it to a minimal, bake with him, get baked with him Man slap at crowds, I ain't doing individuals He too quick, buss lefts and rights, I remember that time on a one hour glide That was me on the ride with this 6 plus 9, in the two two's on the back of the bike I've done fell in love with glides, I pulled a pack top, tell me if I'm lying Man, drop it, drop it then bang, slap, clap it then when they die Get sent south side, no Bagel, f**k a Bagel, slap corn at your Mac D's These dumb little opp boys can't at me, try Gun Lean and get shot from the back seat Tion Wayne gun leans but don't back beef, SJ, I’ll buss man up, I’m a bad breed Reverse it, corn get crashy, Toyan dashed off, he's a athlete We just circled once, can't circle once so we circle back two times All it takes is one gang sign for me to pop up and blow out your mind You ain't moving in disguise, tell bro "turn right", tryna do him at traffic lights Two opps in a day by surprise, no knives, so I swing my arms with my guys This bad B keeps telling me lies, she reminds me of A1FromThe9 My aunties want to see me shine, don't want me in the 9 tryna air this bine Tell Lerkz I'll do it any time, my family, my bro, my slime And if we got Tuggzy in ends, then I got him to 'cause that's bro from time Broadwater Farm, on the line with the spin ting spinning like Thorpe Park rides Late night glides, 4 doors or bikes, just tryna make this beat like Sykes OFB don't do it for the stripes, c*ck it, lean back, is that an opp in sight? She wanna be with Bando for the night, whoosh, why's this girl so hyped? Hold one in the head but it's nothing like unicorns And the way DV got bored up then survived, what a f**king miracle L’z OFB, I'm a local criminal, jump out gang, Xin Zhao, get physical Got down shh, keep it to a minimal, bake with him, get baked with him Man slap at crowds, I ain't doing individuals He too quick, buss lefts and rights, I remember that time on a one hour glide That was me on the ride with this 6 plus 9, in the two two's on the back of the bike I've done fell in love with glides, I pulled a pack top, beg you tell me I'm lying Man, chop it, chop it then bang, slap, clap it then when they die Adrenaline rush when you buck into my gang, fry man, I'll swing my sword with my right hand I know all these opp boys don't like man, it's like man I got all these bad B's tryna line man In a bando, me and Bando dice gang, dice back, send him back where the line back I dare any opp boys try man, knife man and swing mans head where these guys hang Feds tryna link OFB to these bootings, these opps ain't losing Selection of guns, mans choosing, choosing, it's a hand ting, mans choosing Gang jump out, that's way more than a bruising Lord forgive me and they keep it moving, add a K on the gang, little man don't lose it OFB's got too much skengs When we circle round on the opp block, don't bring phones, just waps instead We ain't leaving angles bent, too many back doors popped on them Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed Free Bradz, free Ingz, OYY keeps taking my friends OYY keeps taking my friends Part 2 OFB, we don't window shop, bro caught him a opp and tried turn him off In this X3, man's swerving off, free Boogie Bando, he got birded off Whenever we get a burner loss, we just cop a next one and go burst it off Lil bro's telling me he got his earnings wrong, we just took him OT, now his trapline's gone Lil PY got smoked, no bong and I'm tryna smoke man with this tre, no Songz SJ, I've been a real bad boy from young and when I had my Rambo I wasn't allowed in prom This bad B in the nizz with phones, she keeps telling me she wants the Niners gone Bando's telling her she can ride along and if Lz in the cut, this ride gets long OFB, we don't window shop, bro caught him a opp and tried turn him off In this X3, man's swerving off, free Boogie Bando, he got birdied off Whenever we get a burner loss, we just cop a next one and go burst it off Lil bro's telling me he got his earnings wrong, we just took him OT, now his trapline's gone Lil PY got smoked, no bong and I'm tryna smoke man with this tre, no Songz SJ, I've been a real bad boy from young and when I had my Rambo I wasn't allowed in prom This bad B in the nizz with phones, she keeps telling me she wants the Niners gone Bando's telling her she can ride along and if Lz in the cut, this ride gets long Like, everyone's trapping and everyone's banging, I think I might just stop rapping These Nine boys just jumped on a track, K-M-T, who ga**ed these faggots? They ain't done no blammings or splashings, what are they rapping? SJ, I ain't on no chattings, man been verified, blue ticks, old fashioned And if I start talking 'bout these drills they'll fold up and this song might get taken down And if you've been touched, please own up, king on your block, let me take that crown Mans seen armed Jakes at the exit, I asked broski "will we make it out?" Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, I just see a opp, let me take him out RIP Lampost, didn't make it out, ouch She tryna send man down south, when they stay up north, they get saved like "how?" Them boy are like Mickey Mouse, they just want attention from kids, some clowns Post pics like "drip or drown", let me drown mans drip, where's your drip gone now? Wap in the ride of course it got tested, f**k off dots ain’t getting neglected Get him jump up rides and we chef him, wet him dig him up and then bend it C*ck it and kweff him, mummy on my case cah the whips got tinted They know we done it of course I’m pretending, bro hopped out tryna feed man pellets But let me not chat too loose, I’m on the opp block tryna fry mans melon Skeng on the peds while broski’s revving, hand on my heart I'll beat this weapon Man done numerous work with these leathers, that’s me and S with two fat cheffers They’re soft like Kevin, I’m up to mischief like Dennis the Menace I’m on the opp block just 2 of my mates, Lerky-Lerky and my mate SJ Hope we get back safe bro, don’t buck jakes, I told bro-bro put your foot on the brakes We’re just tryna tape a next mans estate, tryna add that K, go kway and bake I see bro-bro whipping up cake- Shank on man, might circle the 2's but their block come dead like Lampz f**k off Ramz, did a drop then dash, no way man's swinging my hands Free all my guys in the can, I can't wait 'till all of my bros soon land This bad B come Nizz, she thinks she's bad but she ain't standard so this girl can't hang Wait, let me get something straight Do you really want to buck into S with his 17 inch, he'll rip man's face You can get bored like him on the mains if you try run from me and not get away Made man run for his life, got lucky I'm in N9 with ***** where these guys got [?], teeth in this mash gon' beat On the Avs with [?] but it's calm cos they still get filled with sweets All these mash-ines ain't [?], see an opp on the glide get smoked for free Peak, now let's watch a pussio leak, jump out and see Toyan skeet Oppblock walky tours, and if you see an opp, bore him Part 3 I told bro that we're going on a glide tonight, grip a shank and don't make excuses I roll with drillers and trappers, I can't hang 'round bare n***as that's useless They say that they got teeth for their wap but everyone knows that their waps are toothless Ride to the Nizz your clueless, crash straight back like n***a you stupid Grip your tools and use it, I ain't the one to be lying in music You got ideas in your head but that light won't work when I burst your fuses All my bros are ruthless and all of my opps are losing I don't understand how my opps give chat like all of that sh*ts confusing Start of the year got nicked for a M, no comment officer, all the way to the end Lil Jojo better cover his lense, chopper-chopper, he's hit someone's Benz The boy Creepz just surfing for gems, didn't find 'em and so we circled again You ain't scored on the O, can you tell me when? Slide on my block and you're getting ten This bad b needs to line up the opps and if she's with them, she can hold this flem This is real sh*t, no need to pretend, long live neeks, that count was ments Ments, that didn't make no sense, T bust up his face when he hopped that fence Black blade swing with all of my strength, swing with all of my strength Aged 15 when I stepped with the botty, chinged him three times, should've said sorry Get real close tryna push it in properly, G check him when gang too bossy, get real close tryna push it in properly This south ting just come down north but she's going down south, will this south ting naughty? In the dance, got my Rambs all bleached up, left the function with my shank all saucy Get sent down south, no Morley, I'm on this Vespa with this rusty .40 Ayy, naughty, naughty, no one call me and no Snapchat for the porkies This X3 kicks off like a tank, put your foot on the gas, let's do this neatly See the way man poked up DV? Ran after, no claps, that's meedy Fore Street gets taped off easy, the way I pull up blacked out, you can't see me Reaper I beg you stop these wheelies, opps at Mac D's, let's do this speedy Move low, not bait, bro changed his plates, broad day, let it rip on the mains Before we leave this place, make sure it gets taped, take risks on the glide, f**k Jakes X3, bare space, two boots, let's play, tryna red card man, no games I see the boys in plain, don't press no brakes or baits so we mount that pave' Part 4 Loose is known for doing the banging, banging, SinSquad pull up, they panic Fore Street Mac D's, I heard you dashing, O'Sav caught up and gave you a splashing You don't wanna buck Bully with his chopper, he left Fouyad with his ear all flapping The way YS dropped was f**ked, should've seen the way that Trilla splashed him Suttin' got tanned in the 9, my mum's like "oh no, what happened?" I said "you're late on news, the gang's just done a quadruple stabbing" I bored DV in his face, like, come and taste this splashing Any block that thinks they're bad, come Park Lane, we'll show you 'bout badness I'm on the opp block tryna add them K's, I'm beefing olders, I don't beef my age Verbal, what a silly mistake, f**k’s sake, DV’s on all of our blades Them man lie, don't come to the Lane, I'm beefing guys that hide on my mains If you buck into gang, start doing up race I'm holding my Rambo steady, pushing it in, I hope it don't break I heard their gang's suicidal, lemme just blam your face But don't get bored like F, stressed, now all of them are upset They came to the block with a one pop, shot it in the air then dash from my friends The same day F lost his ear, he must have gone and lost what he said Free Joobz, he dips till it bends, or it’s Jigga J with a skeng And E1 said he’s not involved on TFL, he almost got drenched You're not a bad boy, no need to pretend, Tugga dips then cleans off his lens Part 5 Catch K's, add K's, that's normal, I put it on my life that I'll ride for gang OFB ain't nuttin' like a friend ting, it's more like a family, I'll rise and tan There's not a day that they rid on the Nizz and we ain't rid back Got things in the Adidas pouch, there's always one thing that I doubt They're gonna ride back when their friends get bored up, Lil' Jojo ain't rid 'till now F**k, mans really beefing clowns, they're staying at home when we circle around We skid round, opp boys hit ground, opps get got, man I think I lost count Lowe all the chat man, who you tryna please? On the opp block with my five times three SJ shanked two yutes at the scene, windows smashed, of course it was Creepz On the wing n***as know about me, first day I come out I chased that neek I guess it's a life of a savage, cheff that yute, pray no one sees Part 6 This .380 kicks off corn, there's some small bells but you still go missin' My whole squad's on drilling, juice been spilling, I'm on the N9 just chilling Caught me an opp, pop-pop, I'll drill him, I'm a loose screw, everyday man's sinning Shawty wan' dig him, my hotline's ringing, you know it's money over women Can't do me like Dillon, my Rambo's twinning, I'll swing my blade tryna kill him My aunties tell my mum I'm a villain but I'm a good yute, I just want me a million This shotgun ain't got no safety, double tap that, lean out and I drill him Bake off on a road called Willan L22 got his forehead shot, you can't tell me about scoring on opps I got down Snypz in the f**king shop, should've seen the way that pussio dropped Then again, these yutes are not bad, Kermit hopped out the ride with the dots Shh got slapped in he's back at Tops, shh got killed for repping that block Just bucked Turner, where did he go? He jumped that fence, like I really don't know Big A got cheffed in a Polo, Little Jojo needs to jump off roads Two different times when he got soaked, ***** screamed that he's not involved DV got bored up then ran, collapse, I want dead with hope Them man are some real life Puss In Boots, on the opp block, just grip and shoot Hold on bro, spin this coupé, do up jump out gang, stick man then move In the old days where the f**k were you? Grip my Rambo, go dance in the 2 Them man couldn't dance in the T, get your head back chopped like we do Kung Fu Man's seen you in vids with my opps, so now you're a opp, lil n***a don't panic What happened that day with Turner, man don't know but I heard he vanished These 9 yutes take vids on my block, like four in the morning, who are you catching? The same yute got put on my blade and he take videos on my block just chatting Try Gun Lean and get cheffed in your shoulder, both shoulders so you can't Gun Lean In the back of the [?] one, six, seven girls on me, no Monkey Sweet one looking all Part 7 Step and slide, do up hide and seek Like, why them boy hide from me? Do up Usain Bolt cah that boy got speed, sweep, dip, rip, skeet Take in everything I speak, it's the life I live and this life is peak Double Lz my bro from knee, I'll slide for him and he'll slide for me I'm in a G wagon with my flick knife tryna dip guys if I spot me an opper Any time, any day, it gets cracking, broad daylight tryna do him up proper I'm tryna M one on the beat but they turn ghosty any time that we pop up I'm a long lost soul on the northside cah in northside it's my friends they lock up This bad B's gonna make me sick, why? She don't wanna hold this d**k If this girl's tryna move bare salty, gyal get removed off my contact list This opp thot's tryna go on boujee, tryna tell me about wife and kids Ayy, miss, miss, excuse me miss, I think you might have lost your lips If I duppied your friend on the back road, would you come back and avenge your G? Push in my shank if you're repping the green, free Boogie B, he does it like me He jumps out the ride, ching man then skeet, I don't like veg but I do up the green If you're loose on the road, get left at the scene, Big A got bored in the pa**enger seat Two got bun in a week Four got shanked at once, are you crazy? I cut from the scene and I could not breathe Skengs on peds or in tinted Jeeps, lack on the road, get cheffed up, peak Double tap dottys and pray that he bleeds, I was only 15 when I got down your G I beg a man try talk 'bout me Part 8 We was in this car going 'round, might drive 'round town, just me and my mate SJ, I'm known to do bootings bait, no basement [?], saying my name This bad B on the Nizz from kway, no case but she came off a Bandokay I was peddle bike riding all day, gotta shot [?] but I just bucked jakes Yo, I'm tryna pack man off these bootings, shootings and all of the opps stay losing Selection of guns, man choosing, choose it, it's a hand ting, man choosing Gang jump out, that's way more than a bruising, you can't link me to these shootings They see me and they keep it moving, add K on the gang, little man don't lose it My broski wan' spill some juice, let's hit the opp block, tell him "would you too?" Let's do it in twos, drill from coupés, Bandokay a loose screw Blacked out on the 9 with Dukes, bro looking alike, don't know who's who This sweet ones tryna go on rude, now she's up in my DM's going all cute Civilians get out the way, you don't wanna get hit with this f**k off gauge Run man down broad day with the shaves, ching man's clart then smile on my mains Bad B brucks her back and give brain, hold up, wait, shh got shaved It was TPL when we taped that day, done jump out gang tryna blow man's brains Humongous Rambo, long like Grace, he got cheffed up and he got shaved They never rid back, like what can I say? You ain't chinged a opp, don't talk on my name Got the big 12 guage in the 09 plate, bro Boogie B had your block on shake Hospital beds when shh got shaved, I'll bore man's face for Bandokay Part 9 If you talk that talk, better walk that walk 'cause that's how we stay In the park with waps, so don't come here to play Got dottys, got MACs, got tre’s, got dingers that are 19 plates Opp block and we're cruising real late or we're in the traphouse skates on flakes Early morning, catch corn, no flake, remember when my peddle bike had no brakes If you talk that talk, better walk that walk 'cause that's how we stay In the park with waps, so don't come here to play Got dottys, got MACs, got tre's, got dingers that are 19 plates Opp block and we're cruising real late or we're in the traphouse skates on flakes Early morning, catch corn, no flake, remember when my peddle bike had no brakes Now it's firm cars like we having a race, copy the drip, is it copy and paste Who give a sh*t? I was low on my face, serving up peng in this maze Gelato, I ain't smoking on Haze Bro's too tapped, he keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix, two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding, lack on the road, that's normal procedures Shh got shh, now girls don't rate us, rise that wap, man slide and crash Weren't on your block when I came with the lighter, circled for time, didn't find no fags Creeper's chinger come longer than my arms, swing that cheffs get- F**k all the chingings, I ride with waps and it's 10 o'clock news if the ting don't jam Why them man love pushing their friends? Creeps just circled, he ain't seen no gems, so we just circled again On the other side linking barbies, she don't know I got beef in the ends Frogz put in more work with his wetter but he's still out firing skengs Four door whizz or 3-0 ped, tell my young boy, "move correct" Free flow in the vibe, lil bro, he got hammers on deck Nowadays we drill from rides and burn them dingers and wreck I'm on FaceTime to my broski, don't know no sh*tty tech In a dance with a .32, no Wretch but I ain't dancing, I came here to protect Any opp boys pull up, they're stressed cah you see my lifestyle, you got shot or cheffed In the ends better show him respect and if you don't, you get put on the bench Splash man down, I don't care if you're hench, my blade got length, let's put it to the test
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