[Chorus]
When we creep up, get 'em toasted
Don't shoot far distance, we get close (Uh-huh)
Bitch, my niggas rep the O (O'Block)
We ride together, Loyal Bros
Fuck the oops, them boys some hoes (Fuck 'em)
We just keep spinnin' 'til they gone (Skrrt)
Flame up Poppie, that shit strong
Richie Perks, I'm in my mode
Balenciaga, Off-White, Chrome
Racks stay on me, not at home (What? What?)
In the trap I got two phones (Uh-huh)
Glock 19, this bitch two-tone
Drop the lo', we at your door
In the 'Raq, O'Block, we known (What? Huh?)
I'm up next, you better know
In due time, yeah, it's gon' show
[Verse 1]
Wild Insane, I'm 064
Post in rain, sleet and snow (Uh-huh)
You can't tame us, we on go (Nuh-uh)
Call up white boy, that's Ebo (Ebo)
In the kitchen, whip up dough
Servin' fiends, they need more
If he lack, face shots, that's four (Boom)
Add that man up to the score
In this shit just play your role (Uh-huh)
Show your hand, you get exposed
Get in that jam, you better not fold (What? What?)
Six feet under, snitches get cold
Playin' my cards in the game, I'm chose (Uh-huh)
Spark the Drac' up, strike a pose (Boom)
We ain't aimin' by your toes
Put the beam right on his nose (Grrah, grrah)
Seen my face, that nigga froze
He start screamin' like a ho (That nigga bitch)
Scratched him out 'cause he with that
On the 'net, he doin' that chit chat
We on point, can't get your lick back (Nuh-uh)
My chopper business, get that big check (What? What?)
If they ever mention get back, they get gift wrapped or get shit bags
[Chorus]
When we creep up, get 'em toasted
Don't shoot far distance, we get close
Bitch, my niggas rep the O (O'Block)
We ride together, Loyal Bros
Fuck the oops, them boys some hoes (Fuck 'em)
We just keep spinnin' 'til they gone (Skrrt)
Flame up Poppie, that shit strong
Richie Perks, I'm in my mode
Balenciaga, Off-White, Chrome
Racks stay on me, not at home (Dummy)
In the trap I got two phones (Uh-huh)
Glock 19, this bitch two-tone
Drop the lo', we at your door
In the 'Raq, O'Block, we known (What? Huh?)
I'm up next, you better know
In due time, yeah, it's gon' show
[Verse 2]
65th, we by [?] store
Droppin' rakes, I'm with my bro (What? What? GDK)
Try to fly past, get up close
7.62s take his soul (Bah, bah)
You know they rippin' through car doors
Ain't gon' play, know how shit go (Uh-huh)
In this shit stick to the code
In the WIIIC, we keep them poles (Know that)
Got chops and sticks everywhere we go
Just bet we blitz at any show
I walk around, my J on froze (What?)
If he reach, [?] the G.O.A.T
And I'm so high, run up on me wrong, I'm blowin'
This switch gon' split your mind (Bah, bah)
[?] that dog in him [?]
Bein' cocky and thinkin' it's sweet, lil' boy got sent to the sky
Sit back and I laugh, can't get no pass (Uh-uh)
Fuck with us, your time come fast (What? What?)
In my trenches, you won't last
Boy, you better bring a mask
This murder scene, body bag
It get hectic on my side
Out in traffic, niggas hide (Skrrt)
And don’t ever post outside
[Chorus]
When we creep up, get 'em toasted
Don't shoot far distance, we get close
Bitch, my niggas rep the O (O'Block)
We ride together, Loyal Bros
Fuck the oops, them boys some hoes (Fuck 'em)
We just keep spinnin' 'til they gone (Skrrt)
Flame up Poppie, that shit strong
Richie Perks, I'm in my mode
Balenciaga, Off-White, Chrome
Racks stay on me, not at home (What? What? Dummy)
In the trap I got two phones (Uh-huh)
Glock 19, this bitch two-tone
Drop the lo', we at your door
In the 'Raq, O'Block, we known (What? Huh?)
I'm up next, you better know
In due time, yeah, it's gon' show
[Outro]
When we creep up, get 'em toasted
Don't shoot far distance, we get close
Bitch, my niggas rep the O
We ride together, Loyal Bros
MODE was written by DqFrmDaO.
MODE was produced by MetroKrazy.