"Brutality" lyrics
Kenzo Balla & Set Da Trend Lyrics
Brutality
Like what?
AHHH
Every opp shot
Like everything dead
Me and Setty be bendin', lurkin' through they jects
New opp died, I'm tryna figure who next
He got shot cause he was tryna flex
G-Pop died, took a stabbin' to the chest
DOA got the city, all these niggas fessed
Niggas better give us our respect
One false move, hollows hit his neck
[?] boom, hollows hit his chest
Huntin' for O's
Wait Ek he was just MB now he MBK
I'm tryna run up on him, put the gun up on him tryna boom a nigga in his face
We spot a opp, closed case
Empty the chop, don't wait
Spin through the Well, and I'm yellin' out 8 to the gates, 48 and he thought he was safe
Now I'm in Harlem, and I'm creepin'
Ayo Rayy I think I see a Sweeper
With this knocker nigga I'ma teach him, teach him a lesson
Bitch we gon' delete him
I'm really on that buggin' for no reason
Don't got the knocks, then I'm really gon beat him
On the Hill, parked up
We schemin'
Do 'em like Dotty leave that nigga leakin'
Shh- got hit, the scene was lookin' graphic
Eight opps died this shit get tragic
They ain't scorin' they play for the Mavericks
My niggas blitzin', Green Bay packers
.45 hit him, push a nigga backwards
Notti a spliff, he a ghost like Casper
Do a drill on the Lam, start blastin'
I smoke Notti nigga I ain't passin'
Ayo Setty pass me the gun
We on the O's, we gon' do what we want
Just start boomin', throw him in the trunk
Put the chop to his melon, leave that nigga slumped
When I hop out the V I bet them niggas duck
Lotti was good but we don't do them Runtz
Flock on the Sweepers, bitch we on a hunt
It's a no O zone, every opp gettin' punched like-
Spin through the shh-, I ain't come here to play
Better get down when I up it and spray
I get up close and a nigga filleted
He gon' die don't gotta be today
Like what?
AHHH
Every opp shot
Like everything dead
Me and Setty be bendin', lurkin' through they jects
New opp died, I'm tryna figure who next
He got shot cause he was tryna flex
G-Pop died, took a stabbin' to the chest
DOA got the city, all these niggas fessed
Niggas better give us our respect
One false move, hollows hit his neck
[?] boom, hollows hit his chest
Huntin' for O's
Wait Ek he was just MB now he MBK
I'm tryna run up on him, put the gun up on him tryna boom a nigga in his face
We spot a opp, closed case
Empty the chop, don't wait
Spin through the Well, and I'm yellin' out 8 to the gates, 48 and he thought he was safe
Now I'm in Harlem, and I'm creepin'
Ayo Rayy I think I see a Sweeper
With this knocker nigga I'ma teach him, teach him a lesson
Bitch we gon' delete him
I'm really on that buggin' for no reason
Don't got the knocks, then I'm really gon beat him
On the Hill, parked up
We schemin'
Do 'em like Dotty leave that nigga leakin'
Shh- got hit, the scene was lookin' graphic
Eight opps died this shit get tragic
They ain't scorin' they play for the Mavericks
My niggas blitzin', Green Bay packers
.45 hit him, push a nigga backwards
Notti a spliff, he a ghost like Casper
Do a drill on the Lam, start blastin'
I smoke Notti nigga I ain't passin'
Ayo Setty pass me the gun
We on the O's, we gon' do what we want
Just start boomin', throw him in the trunk
Put the chop to his melon, leave that nigga slumped
When I hop out the V I bet them niggas duck
Lotti was good but we don't do them Runtz
Flock on the Sweepers, bitch we on a hunt
It's a no O zone, every opp gettin' punched like-
Spin through the shh-, I ain't come here to play
Better get down when I up it and spray
I get up close and a nigga filleted
He gon' die don't gotta be today
