"OFB SJ" lyrics
(Traphouse Mob)
Sleazy gang
Big Sleazy
Niggas know them glizzies stay tucked
Know what we talkin' 'bout, ayy
Ayy
Them glizzies tucked and we lit as fuck (Lit)
Freak bitch, she thick as fuck
Finna bend her over and beat it up (Come here)
I'ma pull it out when I'm finna bust and she gon' eat it up (Come here)
You ain't help put food up on this plate, no, you can't eat with us (Dumbass)
If I catch me a nigga from that one-way, it's gon' only go one way
With this forty cal, I'ma walk him down in style like I'm on a runway
You don't want that gunplay, we can scrap, we can duke it out, I'm with all that
Folks 'nem geeked up in the back runnin' a— (Choo-choo)
And I heard the opps been dick suckin', talkin' 'bout me dancin'
But I get groovy when I'm shootin', I try and make 'em dance with it
Watch how I make 'em bop, watch how I make 'em Milly Rock
Shots chew through his top
Watch how he get his fitted copped
And we like ayy
We been on they block spinnin' all day
Lookin' for the opps, tryna catch me a nigga in broad day (Come here)
Glizzies tucked, we stay blickied up, they come stickied up
Got a problem with us, we got tools for that'll fix you up
And we been bendin', like a Ferris wheel, we spinnin'
Spot your whip and flip that bitch and hit like every nigga that's in it
We don't talk, no, we don't rap with niggas (Uh-uh)
Put down them mags, bitch, we'll scrap with niggas (What's up?)
I heard niggas talkin', but they got quiet soon as I walked in
Somethin' beefy on my hip and this bitch fuckin' with my walkin'
I'm stumbling, speak up in this bitch while niggas mumbling
Tweak up in this bitch and then we jumpin' 'em, stompin' 'em
Fuck 12, let bro 'nem out, can't wait 'til them bitches let bro 'nem out
Lost my nigga, I owe him now
If I catch his killer, I'm takin' him down
My niggas don't fuck around
We just hop out shit and we chase him down
Baow (Grrt), better duck when you hear that, "Baow, baow"
My man, free Hundo out that bitch
Flee shit
Big Sleaze
Ahh
Sleazy gang
Big Sleazy
Niggas know them glizzies stay tucked
Know what we talkin' 'bout, ayy
Ayy
Them glizzies tucked and we lit as fuck (Lit)
Freak bitch, she thick as fuck
Finna bend her over and beat it up (Come here)
I'ma pull it out when I'm finna bust and she gon' eat it up (Come here)
You ain't help put food up on this plate, no, you can't eat with us (Dumbass)
If I catch me a nigga from that one-way, it's gon' only go one way
With this forty cal, I'ma walk him down in style like I'm on a runway
You don't want that gunplay, we can scrap, we can duke it out, I'm with all that
Folks 'nem geeked up in the back runnin' a— (Choo-choo)
And I heard the opps been dick suckin', talkin' 'bout me dancin'
But I get groovy when I'm shootin', I try and make 'em dance with it
Watch how I make 'em bop, watch how I make 'em Milly Rock
Shots chew through his top
Watch how he get his fitted copped
And we like ayy
We been on they block spinnin' all day
Lookin' for the opps, tryna catch me a nigga in broad day (Come here)
Glizzies tucked, we stay blickied up, they come stickied up
Got a problem with us, we got tools for that'll fix you up
And we been bendin', like a Ferris wheel, we spinnin'
Spot your whip and flip that bitch and hit like every nigga that's in it
We don't talk, no, we don't rap with niggas (Uh-uh)
Put down them mags, bitch, we'll scrap with niggas (What's up?)
I heard niggas talkin', but they got quiet soon as I walked in
Somethin' beefy on my hip and this bitch fuckin' with my walkin'
I'm stumbling, speak up in this bitch while niggas mumbling
Tweak up in this bitch and then we jumpin' 'em, stompin' 'em
Fuck 12, let bro 'nem out, can't wait 'til them bitches let bro 'nem out
Lost my nigga, I owe him now
If I catch his killer, I'm takin' him down
My niggas don't fuck around
We just hop out shit and we chase him down
Baow (Grrt), better duck when you hear that, "Baow, baow"
My man, free Hundo out that bitch
Flee shit
Big Sleaze
Ahh
