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harlem spartans – caution lyrics

[intro]

[chorus 1]

kennington bop
march on your block
annihilate opps get dropped
two in a dotts
rise that mop
who wants to taste these shots
don’t get clocked
get swiped and chopped
my right hand goes through your top
free all my friends thats locked in a box
still ride with stainless glocks (x2)

[verse 1]

16 i done me a drill
stepped opp block and i rinsed that fully
15 done me a wetting
put him in a coma lightwork setting
ask about me i’m a savage
run man down and m.y. grab it
opp ain’t bad they’re neeky
ask about me and go check my cv
practice score on the 4
how many opps have been slapped in zone
he ran he still got board
hospital boys go check that score
yuck yuck do it again put my knife in your core
free gsplash got bagged with the dotts
show man about opp block tour
we done it again another opp just got board
this gyals too freaky
she sucked my b-lls with that ball
tryna buy me a brand new jawns
one thats better than the one before
free fat tye out the slums
he backed fl!ck knifes and he spills redrum
don’t move stubborn or dumb
you might as well hope and pray us you run
hope and pray us you run
you gunna get frightended and scared by the gun
do up his chest and back
f-ck up your walking sk!lls and lungs
still trap mash getting these funds
break down amm and put it in guns

[chorus 2]

[verse 2]

red card tackles rambo battles
or them man dash off
two in a dotts four in a glock
we’re tryna get down opps
opps get smacked on the bus
don’t try cut through my block
we spartan bop
big shavers and mops
bros done cheffed him and he got shot
how many man’s been got
i don’t even know how they ain’t switched off
how many man’s done dashed
f-ck forgetting they’re leaving their boss
don’t worry the clock don’t stop
time will tell and your gunna get got
free all my friends thats locked
f-ck the system and f-ck these cops

[chorus 3]

[outro]

or them man dash off
we’re tryna get down opps
don’t try cut through my block
we spartan bop
big shavers and mops
red card tackles rambo battles
or them man dash off
two in a dotts four in a glock
we’re tryna get down opps
opps get smacked on the bus
don’t try cut through my block
we spartan bop
big shavers and mops

- harlem spartans lyrics

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