No Ozone, Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Intro: Set da Trend] Grrah Aah Setty Blu (Tick Tock Lawyered) Ah, ah, ah [Verse 1: Set da Trend] Too many opps in this blunt that I'm smokin' I ain't shootin' from deep, I get closer Setty Blu, who fuckin' wit' us? Smokin' my deads? Enough is enough New opp got plucked Niggas be talkin' like they be the only ones who totin' guns Like, bitch, is you dumb? Before I was Setty, I was in the field, makin' niggas run He lacked wit' a dozen I really spin that block, let off shots, nigga, I ain't bluffin' Stay strapped, like I'm playin' defense African boy dissin', I'ma leave him King of the what? Like, nigga, who believed him? (Like what?) Talk on the 'net, I can't wait 'til I see him Yеah, I can't wait 'til I see him [Verse 2: C Blu] (C Blu) All these niggas just tough on the 'nеt In real life, they don't really want wreck Said you snatchin' what on C Blu neck? (Never) Once you reach, I'ma teach you a lesson (Rrah) Hollows hit him, now he drinkin' breakfast Setty Blu, we the best, that's a fact (Facts) It's a mill' and better every track 'Cause we get in the beat and speak facts And them niggas don't get into that (At all) All them pussy niggas rappin' cap Rah got hit, they can't get him back Yeah, it's so many deads in my pack I'm a blue devil, I'm a demon Anywhere, nigga, I might leave him [Verse 3: Set da Trend] C Blu the cuzzy, for me, he gon' bleed 'em They like, "Setty, why you always deep in?" Sha Gz ran on Lotti, what's the reason? And Rah got lift, AJ crashed New opp got left, I ain't talkin' on that Try to back-door me and I'm uppin' the strap (Grrah-grrah) Niggas talkin' like they got hits Know them Choo niggas mad Nick Blixk my spliff Smokin' dead niggas out the zip One false move, nigga, I'ma click (Aah) [Verse 4: C Blu & Set da Trend] Keep a big gun on my hip Thirty shots if they try to blitz Beam on his heart, now he gotta shit Shots gettin' fired, now he runnin' Rick (Grrah-grrah) Smokin' K-Dubs out the zip Fat-boy run, just don't trip Need some Kane [?] , never lackin', curry on my hip That's 30, pour me a four on the triss, that's dirty (That's dirty) Spot a opp, I ain't shown' no mercy (At all) Two hands when I shoot, I'm sturdy (Sturdy)