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ofb – murdered lyrics

[intro: bandokay]
k9, is that you yeah?
fresh money baby
yo
ay, i swear femz patterned dis?
bando
biggz the engineer baby

[verse 1: bandokay]
first things first, your homeboy ain’t coming back (gone)
and how you gonna talk about s
shout kwizz he’s bunning that, (free him up)
shoot out the window, bun him akh, (bow)
like “why you running?” akh (don’t go)
the same day bro got down my man
since then they ain’t coming back
anpr in the area, who gives a f+ck just lay low (lay back)
then if the gang says so
old school friend jump out “ay yo!”
the beef is frying they know
d+mn actors like they play kano
yo, play it again tape low
ask that sh+t, buss off windows (bubu)

[verse 2: izzpot]
jman done got put on my blade, (ching)
it was us that taped your estate
couldn’t give a toss if my marj ain’t say
any violation could get you given away (couldn’t give two f+cks)
no shanks but i bussed his face
but i should’ve got a two on slim’s blade
rambos get bucked all bait
ask fouyad cah’ he saw my face, (p+ssy)
circling, circling, gliding ’round
tryna find where these niners chill, (where they at?)
any yute that i see in the borough
is gonna hold a woo from this stainless steel
no metal done touched my skin
but ask your broski how that rassclart feels, (ay ask him)
on the net i can swear they’re bad
but open him up and they scream like girls
[verse 3: double lz]
sliding, sliding, late night riding high road knifings, (knifings)
pop two doors in silence
swear that’s a niner both tucked driving
don’t get caught when wining and dining
bine in the ride when i’m outside sliding
if feds ever spin this ride
that’s back to the wing with coochie sliding (f+ck up)
whenever we spin that coupe
we’re running man down tryna spill that juice, (spill it)
suttin’ got done in the 2’s
p+ssed, on the green c+ck back and shoot (bow)
get chinged or shot in your goose
one wrong move that’s you on the news (haha)
bro+bro banged off the dinger at them yutes
ever since then he’s been catting to shoot

[verse 4: bandokay]
that boy is a rat, they should give him a tail (snitch b+tch)
i got nicked with teeway no [?] or bail (free him up, free him up)
yo, my neckshot won’t fail
i want it small, can’t fit in xl (too big)
she’s liking the way that i boogie
i’m liking the way that she fl!cks as well
but who’s got smoke for cell (corn)
you ain’t drilling ’til 1 that’s smoked out dough (rev it up)
you ain’t got no dough
put it in 2, gear up to 3
see them boy then we drive+by slow
yo, i swear my man’s so slow
she got a long nose like pinnochio (ba+bow)
junebug lil’ bro on volts wet man down and slap off smoke (junebug)
[verse 5: izzpot]
broski’s too over+tapped
big sh+lly too itchy take all of that (take all)
done say we make tp h+ll
she makes the whole word start promoting that, (i should)
n9 come way too vacant
empty back roads and recording flats (come empty)
drive past make cheeky snaps
delivering corn like big man pat
won’t stop fishing till the yute stops twitching, (won’t stop)
rambos, fl!ck knives or kitchens
on the other side tryna catch me a k!lling (a k)
my bro’s too tapped, he’s in love with chinging
i done slid where the niners’ chilling
bro caught that impeccable finish (ching)
me and bug in this rassclart ride
that’s one hundred percent that juice is spilling (guaranteed)

[verse 6: double lz]
lampz got murdered, (fortnite death sound)
k1 got murdered
chop got murdered (fortnite death sound)
mello got murdered
lil jojo coulda’ got himself murdered
chestshot gang had his whole body turning (haha)
pull up and hurt him
s try burst him, bro’s on the win for any opp firming, (free s)
shanks and waps in the ride and i’m lurking
i ain’t coming back till my bro called burnin’
bang it, boot it, execute him (bow)
jump out gang out the car when it’s moving (haha)
they ain’t on the field like they’re saying on music
i heard o’mizz wants to rap how stupid (d+ckhead)
me, lil omar bro don’t lose it (don’t lack)
i beg you don’t get caught losing
i hate when i’m on their block it’s vacant, (bow)
one day shooting and now man’s fuming
[outro: izzpot, bandokay, double lz]
grrr
brap, brap, brap bow
get back gang
“tpl”
“tpl, tpl” we make tp h+ll
n+ggas know
dark side
k9, is that you yeah?
ay, i swear femz patterned dis?

- ofb lyrics

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