No Ozone

[Intro: Mdot 59]
Baow, baowIt’s a F L situation, nigga
Baow
OYK, Notti is gone so the OY’s see through
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

[Verse 1: Mdot 59]
OY, O what? Tryna flick on a O
Threw the beam on his back, where the fuck did he go?
G2 flocked, no he cannot get low
G-G2 jammed, start smackin’ the pole
Like, like, so we out to the Nick
The cops right there, I’m still throwin’ a fit
QJ, Theo, both got hit
OGz linkin’ with OY, it’s lit
O-OY Mel put himself in a casket
Fatboy shoulder, lean, b-basket
Chrome get to barking, I’m not tryna pass it
2-3 blitz, niggas not playin’ passive
L-Like, who the fuck wanna hoop?
EK, “ahh”, he heard the boom
KODK, OYK, they gon’ feel what we felt cause they mentionin’ Nu
Sidestep and get wavy with knock
Better get out the way, lay down when I flock
Gen 5 with a beam, not a regular Glock
Guns, steamin’, P80 Glock
Oh they jackin’ the function? W-We gon’ pull up to the function
OY what? Man, I bet we start dumpin’
It’s only the F’s and the L’s in this function
43rd sparked, we do that on the reg'
[?] dead, why they mentionin’ Craig
Bino dead, he took one to the head
Threw 5 on the B’z when I get off the back
Baow, baow
Niggas know I get busy
Ask about that, niggas know I give fifty
Threw O in Betances, did that on the city
Like bitch from the Hat, who gon’ get with me?
Shot to the back if you think imma box
Every trip on the 4’s, had to show ‘em my shot
Court outta bounds, I'ma throw what I got
3 scenes 1 day, we was makin’ it hot
E-Eli here, nigga twistin the pain
Man Edot, chrome to his head, couldn’t save him
4O hollow and bark, start bangin’
Shoot em’ a O, give a fuck, and start baitin’
(Baow, baow)

[Verse 2: Ots Floater]
It was multiple time, we spin through they block
Spin with a F, we was makin’ shit hot
Booming for Sosa, niggas needa stop
Smokin’ on Bino, got Kreep'd on his block
Lil bro pussy, his sister a thot
64K, sent a whole lotta shot
We on the Spect with a whole lotta knocks
It’s only F’s to the L’s, [?] you shot
Now we round on they block with a havoc
[?] got tagged, it’s his fault he ain’t have it
Dubski got left on the pave’, now he ashes
Run into Jodot, I’m lettin’ him have it
Suited up, take a train outta block
I don’t know why niggas suckin' bro cock
We done took trips made it back to the land
Movin' real tact' with a G in my pants
Bino went poof, Kreeps ducked tan
So why niggas mention my mans

[Verse 3: Woddy]
32 bark when I get in my stance
With the G to his face he gon’ put up his hands
AJ smacked, he felt the tan
Q-Q dumb, he shoulda ran
I’m with the F’s and the L’s in the van
Why the fuck you gon’ run with the G in my hands?
B-Bino dead, we do the bop
Shots to the neck, he did a flop
I’m on the Kreeps tryna spin with my drop
Why there so many Gz? Why theres so many cops?
They get to runnin’ and duckin’ in buildings
Got shot on court, tryna watch for the-
Only time we show mercy they posted with children
[?] get no packs tryna harm a civilian