OY ONE MIC CYPHER

[Intro]
Bow, bow, bow, bow, nigga
Every fuckin' track, you heard?
Shot after fuckin' shot
Oh my god
Like, oh my—
Like, where the fuck is he goin'?
(Yo, Lucas, ya heard?)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, nigga
Like—

[Chorus: Dudeylo]
Ahh, ahh, that's the sound that I need
L—L—Like, big gun, when you troopin' on feet
Like, too many people can't fit in no V
Ahh, four knocks, word to bro we was deep
Had to make a decision to get blitzed by the D's?
Like, I gotta tote on my heat
Like, mama love, she can't say I'm deceased
Like, mama love, she believin' in me

[Verse 1: Bloodie & Roscoe G]
Ahh, ahh, ahh, that's the sound that you know
Ah, hear that sound, that's the sound, you get low
Ahh, ahh, that's the sound when we throw
Gon' get out the way, when I tell him to—
F—Free SB, but I love him the most
Ahh, remember time on the block, it was cold
Like, brought a gun before I brought a coat
Like, fell in love with the crack and the coke
Ahh, ahh, back up what I know
Like, hit the block, I don't care if it snow (Grah, grah, grah, grah)

[Verse 2: Roscoe G]
Fu—fuck a V, I'ma hop out and troop
Bad bitch, so the knock in her boot
Big gun on my hip when I run into you
Like, I bet that I'll up it and shoot
Grrah, big Drac', and it fit in the bag
Like, on bro, I'ma flick at a Hat
Throw shots that way, we gon' take off his cap
Like, we bet we gon' do 'em like Matt

[Verse 3: Lil Mizzy]
Like, if I got a gun, why the fuck would I box?
Came out of jail, and I picked up a knock
Like, first, we took a trip to they block
I was doin’ my bid, and my brother got shot
Word to bro when we bump, niggas know it get hot
I got tight when it jammed, but I got a new Glock
Like, if I did it, he knew he was shot
Like—like, if I did it, that boy would've dropped
Cause, I'm hop out gang, with the G, I'ma flock
They know my body when I'm in the spot
(They know my body when I'm in the spot)

[Verse 4: DD Osama & JayKlickin]
Like—like, I told brodie, "Don't trip", when we on that drill
Like, if you need one, pop you a pill
And make sure that you go for the kill
Cause you gotta move tact, can't die with your steel
Like, "Oh, that's him?", oh 'ight bet
I'ma aim at his chest, 'cause he don't got a vest
I'ma shoot with the TEC, fill em' up with lead
After I up, 4 shots, he goin' to bed (Bow, bow, bow)

[Verse 5: JayKlickin]
Takin' trips, I don't need not a team (Not a team)
We gon' trip, nigga, walk up on feet (Walk up on feet)
Of— Off the lean, I see the D's
My adrenaline rushin' done made niggas bleed
Now I hear the sirens, man down
Like, that's another man dead in the ground (Baow)
Now he got on a frown
That's a new case, you can tell by the sound
(Sound- Sound)

[Chorus: Dudeylo]
Ahh, ahh, that's the sound that I need
L—L—Like, big gun, when you troopin' on feet
Like, too many people can't fit in no V
Ahh, four knocks, word to bro we was deep
Had to make a decision to get blitzed by the D's?
Like, I gotta tote on my heat
Like, mama love, she can't say I'm deceased
Like, mama love, she believin' in me

[Outro: Trippie Redd, DudeyLo and JayKlickin]
Shoutout to One Mic in New York City
Knock his fuckin' head off
You can't shoot that