"Illegal" lyrics
Mirica
Bow, Rundown gang, bitch
Glahh, glahh, glahh
Glahh, glahh, glahh
Rundown gang, glaow-bang
Glaow-bang (Glahh, bang, glahh)
Glahh, what?
It's Edot Babyy
Yeah I stay breakin' rules, I'm illegal wit' it (Bow)
Edot keep a chop, I'm lethal wit' it (Gang, gang, gang)
Better keep you a pistol, before gang gon' get 'em (Glahh)
Rundown, rundown, we gon' get up wit' you (Glahh, glaow-bang, what?)
Uh, we smokin' opps like it's za, send that boy right up to God (Right up to God)
They ask why I smoke wit' a opp, prolly 'cause none of them died (Lotti, Lotti, glahh, glahh-boom, at all)
Members gon' hop out, blitz 'em (Glahh)
Drop what I jack, this .40 gon' clip 'em ('Lahh, 'lahh 'lahh)
I don't need me a yerk for the mission, only thing itchin' is my trigger finger
Bands on me, uh (Bands on me, [?] bands)
All it take is a band, get you shot (Pussy)
Them niggas soft, they banned from my block (Glahh)
Free Dolo, brodie up on the opps (Grahh, 'Lahh, 'lahh, 'lahh 'lahh)
I really run shit like the president
And them niggas soft, and I got evidence (What?, bow)
How you gon' run from the bullets, when I pull up and clip you and your residence? (Gang, gang, gang gang)
That gang, gang, gang, steppin' shit
They gon' keep dissin', 'cause I'm relevant (Facts)
I throw up the O, and tell her go ride, now baby go ride it with no element (Ride the O, ride the O, like, look)
OY, that's us, and CBC we trust (Glahh, glahh, glahh, glahh boom)
For CBC we dump, for CBC get touched (Gang, gang, gang)
How you ride on the bros that ain't sanctioned?
.30 clip, you might just see that shit hangin' (Bow, bow, bow)
Young nigga, but my body dangerous
.40 gon' hit him, turn him to a patient (Huh?, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah I stay breakin' rules, I'm illegal wit' it (Bow)
Edot keep a chop, I'm lethal wit' it (Gang, gang, gang)
Better keep you a pistol, before gang gon' get 'em (Glahh)
Rundown, rundown, we gon' get up wit' you (Glahh, glaow-bang, what?)
Uh, we smokin' opps like it's za, send that boy right up to God (Right up to God)
They ask why I smoke wit' a opp, prolly 'cause none of them died (Lotti, Lotti, glahh, glahh-boom)
Bow, Rundown gang, bitch
Glahh, glahh, glahh
Glahh, glahh, glahh
Rundown gang, glaow-bang
Glaow-bang (Glahh, bang, glahh)
Glahh, what?
It's Edot Babyy
Yeah I stay breakin' rules, I'm illegal wit' it (Bow)
Edot keep a chop, I'm lethal wit' it (Gang, gang, gang)
Better keep you a pistol, before gang gon' get 'em (Glahh)
Rundown, rundown, we gon' get up wit' you (Glahh, glaow-bang, what?)
Uh, we smokin' opps like it's za, send that boy right up to God (Right up to God)
They ask why I smoke wit' a opp, prolly 'cause none of them died (Lotti, Lotti, glahh, glahh-boom, at all)
Members gon' hop out, blitz 'em (Glahh)
Drop what I jack, this .40 gon' clip 'em ('Lahh, 'lahh 'lahh)
I don't need me a yerk for the mission, only thing itchin' is my trigger finger
Bands on me, uh (Bands on me, [?] bands)
All it take is a band, get you shot (Pussy)
Them niggas soft, they banned from my block (Glahh)
Free Dolo, brodie up on the opps (Grahh, 'Lahh, 'lahh, 'lahh 'lahh)
I really run shit like the president
And them niggas soft, and I got evidence (What?, bow)
How you gon' run from the bullets, when I pull up and clip you and your residence? (Gang, gang, gang gang)
That gang, gang, gang, steppin' shit
They gon' keep dissin', 'cause I'm relevant (Facts)
I throw up the O, and tell her go ride, now baby go ride it with no element (Ride the O, ride the O, like, look)
OY, that's us, and CBC we trust (Glahh, glahh, glahh, glahh boom)
For CBC we dump, for CBC get touched (Gang, gang, gang)
How you ride on the bros that ain't sanctioned?
.30 clip, you might just see that shit hangin' (Bow, bow, bow)
Young nigga, but my body dangerous
.40 gon' hit him, turn him to a patient (Huh?, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah I stay breakin' rules, I'm illegal wit' it (Bow)
Edot keep a chop, I'm lethal wit' it (Gang, gang, gang)
Better keep you a pistol, before gang gon' get 'em (Glahh)
Rundown, rundown, we gon' get up wit' you (Glahh, glaow-bang, what?)
Uh, we smokin' opps like it's za, send that boy right up to God (Right up to God)
They ask why I smoke wit' a opp, prolly 'cause none of them died (Lotti, Lotti, glahh, glahh-boom)
