That’s Us

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A I'm telling you man Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong Owes me money Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me Is fucking dead [Pre-Verse 1: Loose1 & JDF] 10 side that's us Gang pull up and they dust Skengs on peds, man it's risky Skengs on peds, violate get touched They're shit guys tryna be on road Man I call them guys some mugs Love them bands, need all of them grams Man I trap, finesse and then jugg [Verse 1: Loose1] That's us in a tinted Working on a opp block Loads on smoke, like dragon Man a EBK, don't give no fucks So don't announce who you'rе flagging Poach a man and get cracking Any disrespect, wе get stabbing It's a bloodbath, now a blood splashing Don't do verbal, mind who you're @'ing I don't care about 'gram and shit In a stolen car, leave man with a scar Bro bang that ting and dip Nuff points on the board, we don't hear that shit Love trapping loads, I'm addicted Bag it up and then flip it I grip the Rambs, I get grippin' It's dark skin and it's vicious Fuck around make the news They ain't talking lies to boost fuse I'll back the Rambs and abuse Dip, dip, drip, with blood on my shoes Saint to sinners, we're sinning How on earth could the opps be winning? I swear on my life they don't mash no work We scored hella points now we're chilling Drillings on drillings, I stated that Since then hella spinnings on spinnings They dash all frightened Plus them man love screaming out like some women No lies on the chat Them man talk wass Like hella man stuck in their feelings We the most on in West, that's facts Cah we do much more than chat All dem boy do is rap Bare lies on the track and [?] We got the goals and that Check all the match facts, stacks and stacks Inject raps Pierce man up when I, that [?] [Verse 2: JDF] Flip the pack and get rid of that Why you think they call me flippa? CJ in jail, baking off in his cell Cah he move so mad with the dipper Like, Free Shambles, he's a hitter Splash man up, cut, cut, like scissor Add a K on the gang, man you must be mad Big shanks and [?] figure Ain't seen a kill, man a 12k Man I want all the opps in Rizla Man rass that bud, leave man in the mud Then I dial up Skum, he's a hitter Hitter, violent gang, fuck a singer Flippa, slapping dogs is not a hitter And I dick gyal then I don't kiss her And I won't tell gyal that I miss her Skengs on peds, I really said that Tryna turn man hashtag pack Man the opps are nerds, man the opps just chat Man them boy love chat and chat Like, let me talk facts like broski said Been City tryna injure, wrap Man I get round there in all black On the late night like a bat [Verse 3: Loose 1] Dip, dip, stab, stab, jump out of the cab And I chase man down like Flash But fuck all the chat, man I love chase cash Cah I need my bankrolls all fat Man I do my thing don't talk like Kim Oh shit, I already said that Don't like that shank if that shank ain't black Cah I love the chocolate, sweet Rambs Dip man down, do it anywhere No comment if Sav get grabbed Have the chips on chips Cut through with cabs Cut through with the largest scrams Scrams on scrams, getting tired of Rambs So we invest in things that bang, ah So we invest in things that bang