Setty Blu

[Intro: C Blu & Set Da Trend]
(No more heroes, y'all ain't ready for the new shit)
Look
Ahh, ahh
Grrah
(Tick Tock Lawyered)
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]
Yeah, I'm tired of these rap niggas dissin' (Facts)
When they see me, I hope they perform
Like, why they keep saying my name?
Like, I don't let it rip for the gang (Grrah)
I be flocking for Nazzy, and scorin' for Jayrip (Grrah)
Any nigga who play, get his face lit
They like, "Setty Blu buggin'", they telling us, "Chill"
2 Deep, 2 knocks, yeah, it's time to go drill

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Bitch, tell me which one of y'all niggas perform? (Which one of y'all?)
I'on talk with my hands, that's on JB, I ball
There go a opp, I'm finna pack him
E.O.S, Every O shot, I hеard EK a bum
And Blockwork can't go to his block (At all)
I know a opp that got hit in his neck (Grrah)
How the fuck is that nigga alive? (Likе how?)
Twenty Four Like I'm Kobe
Free Mali , he Shaq
Everybody K, they don't get into that
Talk on Setty Blu, better state the facts
Stomach shot, rippin' through his back
If he run, don't trip like Dubs
Get hurt wit' the knockers, whoever thinking' I'm smokin' what?
I'd be damned if I go out like Rah
Move Look, he shoulda died
No, there's too many opps in the sky
Why they dissin' us? I'on know why
Bring the pole to the function, everywhere I'm gripped
Try to run up on me, you gon' die

[Verse 3: C Blu]
I heard AJ ain't make it, that boy couldn't drive
Thought he was Walker, flipped over and die
All my opps got no luck in the V
Mexi, he lacked, he got packed in the V
Rah Rah, he lacked, left his brains on the seat
So many opps, I could name, they deceased
Ain't no lackin', my knockers wit' me
Try to fight, i'ma back it and squeeze
.30 stick in my pants, got me feeling like Steph
Catch an O, i'ma, grrah-grrah
I don't say it 'cause you know the rest
Posting ya' knocks, but you stay in the crib
Come outside and let's put it to test

[Verse 4: Set Da Trend]
Know a opp that got left, I ain't mention him yet
All i'ma say is y'all needa get back for y'all deads
Try to back-door me, you ain't back-doored shit
Spin through the 4's, tryna do 'em like Tico
She lacked in the clip hole, three holes
We gon' spin through the well, tree hole
We give it to him like a free throw
Gotta look both ways when you run into me
If I don't got the knocks, she get hit wit' the V
Niggas gettin' on tracks, just rappin', who they wanna be?