Nibo?

Yebo

(This, is crazy)(Ou-yah)

Turn a Q to a ounce (to a ounce)

Turn a ounce to a nine (to a nine)

And, nine turned to a box (box)

And, the box came with a strap (strap)

Strap came in the box (box)

The gun′s real, not props (props)

Put your main man in a box (box)

Fuck around, get got (get got)

We the kids your mama warned you about (we're violent)

What the fuck you really talkin′ 'bout? (gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I'm on the run (fuck the trident)

We the kids your mama warned you about (nigga, we′re violent)

And, I stay on my gang shit

Big dick energy, big dick bandit

When we pull up, that′s tragic

Caught three-ones, yеah, that's a hat trick

Violate, get quick responsе (′Ge-'Ge)

Dem no say Toys R Us (uh-uh)

Dem no want war with us

If put the whistle on it, you won′t hear no noise

All you hear is

You didn't hear shit, right?

Get the job done right

Top striker, no miss and shoot with right

We the kids your mama warned you about (we′re violent)

What the fuck you really talkin' 'bout? (gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I′m on the run (fuck the trident)

We the kids your mama warned you about (nigga, we′re violent)

Turn a mansion to a bando (bando)

Turn Amapiano to a gang song (gang song)

I'm the nigga you can count on

AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (ah)

They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh

Who′s that? see a opp, reverse

Work rate mad, I should man of the match

How many man have I put underground?

Shoot in Amiri like Kay Flock

How many man have we sent to Baba God, ah?

Let's mind the business that pay us

I′ll send Kickz to your door like ASOS

Let me explain why they hate us

Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh

L's for London and Lagos

P′s for Peckham and F's for famous

We the kids your mama warned you about

What the fuck you really talkin' ′bout?

OTR you know I′m on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)

We the kids your mama warned you about (tools up, tools up, tools up)

When it's war, separate the boys from men (skrrt)

Outside there′s no friends, only brothers over here

Real steppas over here

Brick boys over here

Drug dealers over here

Boy, stay over there

I'ma slap him, attack him

On a Van Damme ting, them kids can′t hack it

OTR, free the guys can't play with us, why?

Cah shh got bun

More action, less chattin′

Need more woosh for the splatterin's

Like my boy said, "cha pon dem"

Whaum to them?

Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec

I'm the kid you′re mum warned you about

Outside ain′t safe, boy, hold it down

King Brukutu, I'm live in the flesh

When y- got shot, I was there

(This, is crazy)

(Spyritmyx)