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ofb – westwood crib session (2019) lyrics

[intro: tim westwood]
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

[verse 1: bandokay]
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 me to 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?

[verse 2: double lz]
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 cah that’s my guy, we’re bad boys, no marcus and mike
lil jojobgot bored up twice, you don’t wanna see 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 millimetres of rambo knives
in n9 we raised the crimes, gang jump out and wave our knives

[verse 3: bandokay]
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, drop it the same size as shaun
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 resp-wn , 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 cars called bando jawn

[verse 4: double lz]
hold one in the head but it’s nothing like unicorns
and the way dv got bored up then survived, what a f-cking 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

[verse 5: sj]
get sent south side, no bagel, f-ck 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, jm dashed off, he’s a athlete

[verse 6: bandokay]
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 but 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 me to 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?
tryna be with bando for the night, whoosh, why’s this girl so hyped?

[verse 7: double lz]
hold one in the head but it’s nothing like unicorns
and the way dv got bored up then survived, what a f-cking miracle
l’z ofb, i’m a local criminal, jump out gang, xin zhao, get physical
got down shh, kept 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, remember that time on a one hour glide?
that was me on the ride with this 6 plus 9, in a two-twos on the back of the bike
i’ve done fell in love with glides, i pulled a pack top, [?] if i’m lying
man, drop it, drop it then bang, slap, clap it then when they die

[verse 8: sj]
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

[verse 9: double lz]
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 d-mn, you’re stressed
free bradz, free ingz, oyy keeps taking my friends
oyy keeps taking my friends

part 2

[verse 1: sj]
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 g-ssed these f-ggots?
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?

[verse 2: double lz]
wap in the ride of course it got tested, f-ck 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

[verse 3: bandokay/double lz/sj]
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-ck 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 [?] 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 p-ss-o leak, jump out and watch —- and —- skeet
oppblock walky tours, and if you see an opp, bore him

part 3

[verse 1: sj]
i tell bro that we’re going on the glide tonight, grip a shank and don’t make excuses
i roll with drillers and trappers, i can’t hang ’round bare n-gg-s that’s useless
they say that they got teeth for their wap but everyone knows that their wap is toothless
ride to the nizz your clueless, crash straight back like n-gg- 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

[verse 2: bandokay]
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 h-t 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

[verse 3: double lz]
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

[verse 4: sj]
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-ck jakes
x3, bare sp-ce, 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

[verse 1: tugga]

[verse 2: trills]

part 5

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