"We The Ones" lyrics
We the ones, yeah
We the ones, uh
We the ones they call to lay that belt, gon knock off all the opps
We the ones they call when opps get popped they kno who spinned the block
Foenem clapped his mans now he a strain and this a dirty Glock
We the ones outside we never hidin' and we pop out a lot
Said I was done with double cups but I'm back sippin' wok
He weren't there but we still popped his mans for postin' on that block
Popped him in his chest but I was hoping for a face shot
Pops was in the trap, I'm with the killers on the back block
Pressure been applied, and we don't tolerate no fake opps
Lil bro went out blowin', I can't say the same for dead opps
Popped a couple niggas, streets been talkin' got my name hot
Opps keep callin' me like "where you at" I'm in the same spot
Niggas wanna insta beef, get caught, that's when they name drop
Niggas talk that money shit but still ain't bond they mans out
Run into them niggas, catch em kill em they won't make it out
Send your shooter spinnin'? He gon die inside that same car
Granny said I'm chosen say her baby boy a superstar
Double tap the nigga, I heard I hit, we got 4 niggas shot
Niggas throwing rocks and then go hide they know we torture blocks
Double tap the trigger, by myself they thought two niggas shot
FTO I hate the opps
Tap his head no body shot
Pop out with that arp or the drac he might survive the Glock
DOA left bleedin' out
Know chopper gang bring choppers out
When Boog was here we used to post 10 deep outside of taemond house
Fuck the opps they know it's up
They dissed lil bro go get them touched
We'll get disrespectful but I ain't so fuck that go dig em up
Niggas dissed the dead until they dead gon' get his melon bussed
Bring yo bitch around the gang, she choosing that's gon get her fucked
Bitch we not in jail so you gon die you try to knuckle up
Bitch I'm like 120 what the fuck I'm finna wrestle for
Appreciate the shottas for the shootings they hit niggas up
Payroll for the killers on them killings they put niggas up
Exotic weed we roll it up
Pop a perc I'm high as fuck
Lil bro smoking dead opps out the pound he say he seeing stuff
Went and bought banana milk, got tired of smoking candy runts
Opps can't duck a switch they bitch ass niggas can't even duck a punch
Send some shots and clear the crowd
I got some shit that make niggas run
We don't tolerate no disrespect gon die [?]
Opps can't get no passes we spank asses we bought plenty guns
Soon as we get the drop we scope it out go walk down and get it done
If my brother shooting I'm shooting too it ain't no one on ones
If he ain't STK or TTA, then he can't hang wit us
We don't do recruiting can't join the gang he ain't grow up with us
Lil cuz hop out and blick, he by the fence I come from 'round the truck
We the ones, uh
We the ones they call to lay that belt, gon knock off all the opps
We the ones they call when opps get popped they kno who spinned the block
Foenem clapped his mans now he a strain and this a dirty Glock
We the ones outside we never hidin' and we pop out a lot
Said I was done with double cups but I'm back sippin' wok
He weren't there but we still popped his mans for postin' on that block
Popped him in his chest but I was hoping for a face shot
Pops was in the trap, I'm with the killers on the back block
Pressure been applied, and we don't tolerate no fake opps
Lil bro went out blowin', I can't say the same for dead opps
Popped a couple niggas, streets been talkin' got my name hot
Opps keep callin' me like "where you at" I'm in the same spot
Niggas wanna insta beef, get caught, that's when they name drop
Niggas talk that money shit but still ain't bond they mans out
Run into them niggas, catch em kill em they won't make it out
Send your shooter spinnin'? He gon die inside that same car
Granny said I'm chosen say her baby boy a superstar
Double tap the nigga, I heard I hit, we got 4 niggas shot
Niggas throwing rocks and then go hide they know we torture blocks
Double tap the trigger, by myself they thought two niggas shot
FTO I hate the opps
Tap his head no body shot
Pop out with that arp or the drac he might survive the Glock
DOA left bleedin' out
Know chopper gang bring choppers out
When Boog was here we used to post 10 deep outside of taemond house
Fuck the opps they know it's up
They dissed lil bro go get them touched
We'll get disrespectful but I ain't so fuck that go dig em up
Niggas dissed the dead until they dead gon' get his melon bussed
Bring yo bitch around the gang, she choosing that's gon get her fucked
Bitch we not in jail so you gon die you try to knuckle up
Bitch I'm like 120 what the fuck I'm finna wrestle for
Appreciate the shottas for the shootings they hit niggas up
Payroll for the killers on them killings they put niggas up
Exotic weed we roll it up
Pop a perc I'm high as fuck
Lil bro smoking dead opps out the pound he say he seeing stuff
Went and bought banana milk, got tired of smoking candy runts
Opps can't duck a switch they bitch ass niggas can't even duck a punch
Send some shots and clear the crowd
I got some shit that make niggas run
We don't tolerate no disrespect gon die [?]
Opps can't get no passes we spank asses we bought plenty guns
Soon as we get the drop we scope it out go walk down and get it done
If my brother shooting I'm shooting too it ain't no one on ones
If he ain't STK or TTA, then he can't hang wit us
We don't do recruiting can't join the gang he ain't grow up with us
Lil cuz hop out and blick, he by the fence I come from 'round the truck
