Setty Blu Pt. 2

[Intro: SetDaTrend & C Blu]
(Bu-Bullo)
(Wars Too Nasty)
We in April and we fooled 'em
Hop out the cut tryna split-
We in April and we fooled 'em
Hop out the cut tryna split his Medula
Grrah
Whole lot of fucking dead niggas
Grrah
Whole lot of fucking dead niggas
Roll em up
Whole lot of fucking dead niggas
Roll ‘em up then
C Blu

[Chorus: C Blu]
SettyBlu we the best, ain’t no stopping us
Spot a opp on the 8, brodie droppin 'em
How many deads in my blunt? There’s a lot of them
Dubs got smoked, and then they send Rah with him
Hit after hit, like bottles we poppin 'em
And they know how we gеt, when we slidin on 'em
Chill with thеm niggas, guarantied you gettin' flocked with them

[Verse 2: SetDaTrend]
Smokin’ on who? That’s a ticket to death
Ain’t moving right you get left
Looking for Ice Spice, I got my tech
Please do not get my upset
I get to clicking when I see them bend
Can’t go out like Dubs he was trippin, uh
I get up close don’t shoot from a distance
Still smoking Rah but Notti hit different
I catch Lil’-, I bet he go missin'

[Verse 3: C Blu & SetDaTrend]
Why they dissing? Like, Huncho get left
Thought he was tough, caught a shot to the chest
Grade A student, don’t put it to test
I thought he could run, at least he tried his best
SettyBlu we don’t tolerate disrespect
Tried to call Rah Rah phone but he ain’t pick up yet
Like how you went out Inna Uber
I catch his bestie, split his medula
No Melly, my opps killing friends
.456 we hit him in his head
Like a pencil fill ‘em up with lead
Blu off a E, now I’m seeing red
Catch that boy, I hit him in his dreads
Spinning, nigga I don’t need no meds
Z’s in my pistol gon’ put you to bed
Yeah I like to ball, but I like to throw different shots out
Ain’t get to make it to work cause he clocked out
Setty, never let bygones be bygones
G23, only bitch I rely on
Bitch, I’m a menace what gun should I try on?
When I shoot, I don’t aim for no lions
Think I’m pussy? Nigga come and try me
Face shot a nigga, no ID

[Chorus: C Blu]
SettyBlu we the best, ain’t no stopping us
Spot a opp on the 8, brodie droppin 'em
How many deads in my blunt? There’s a lot of them
Dubs got smoked, and then they send Rah with him
Hit after hit, like bottles we poppin 'em
And they know how we get, when we slidin on 'em
Chill with them niggas guarantied you gettin' flocked with them
(Chill with them niggas guarantied you gettin' flocked with them)