Last Ones Left

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mischief] They got the bros on lock cause of the obbos We the last ones left Still catch me out here on I'm a solo We the last ones left They ain't making money like us I know them guys are stressed I see them feds tryna lurk They left all the guys all stressed Do it for the K that's certain No ifs, buts or maybes My bros call me Misch or Misch Mash This gyals calling me baby This sons getting smoke on the corn, tryna act for the ladies Doing passy in a round 4 door Got bros in the back like Bailly [Verse 2: Active] Don't move silly, I just popped out with TG Milli Over 'dere, one shank and a 9 milli Meek Mill ting couple bikes cutting thru Philly Not in the states man cutting thru brikky A man know we tear up the city Niggas getting nine shank, moves like 50 Or 22 in the Wraith, that's sticky Spartans stepping, immortality, war pack Remember, SA, carry around two shanks Loose had the sword in his backpack TG four long in a hatchback Ready to clap man, ride and attack man Free all my gang fam Trap house; Marilyn, Emma and Jackson We smashin', on the ends, ready for action Crashings where no one ain't crashin' [Verse 3: Zico] Pack and not panic Make 'dem man do the mannequin See, feds gotta dash or I'm dashing One of these feds gotta have it I was with bro tryna bang out You was in a hole tryna blow that back out I don't wait for no hand out Ballie on, just run in and run out Tryna get that boss cah I got no olders Suttin' like soldiers Get cooked in the beef then turn bipolar Like how many times have we rolled out? Ching ching, guts out, don't throw up Bro caught a case cause of some donuts Now it's jail house settings when he phones us (Jail house settings when he phones us) [Verse 4: NM] Still slang, still slang, still slang What you know about them kits dem kat? What do you know about the Trident takin' all the fam Cah they did so much shit for the gang JoJo, SA and Sav D1 fresh out of the can TY too, Loski loose G'Smarko, he'd be gone by tonight Trap mash stack and splash Ching man if they talkin' wass If you see Miz in all black I told man don't do the dash Cah he'll catch up, and then splash Splash man's back for the chat Hella chit-chat like fans Misch Mash for the fuckin' bands Bang and slang for the fam Trust me, gang [Verse 5: Bis] Spartan rage That's swords swinging out at your melon Or mash kicking back like Tekken Take trips with double O 7 Hackz he's Ku to the ends I'm Spartan for life Spartan or Ku Then back to them pretty new flats Yeah we catch females fam they dash Young boss I don't do banking qway in traps Miz-Mac finesse 'nuff man Talking 'bout going up O He'll be back with funds They'll get like zero Harlem O Mish-mash cash woah woah They, still tryna bag my flow Fam, I'm tryna bag my flow [Verse 6: Oso] I don't play them games, I lack I dash You lack, you dash Don't get caught by Naghz Max and wacked In and out of the opp blocks See 3s with the 4 Or the 4 plus 5 that's a 9 On the ride it's mad Man, camp like man done Look, tryna score goals like Hackz Man, tweet like bruckshot Meegs Never bruck that Ps Tryna qweng it at my man Olders running in loubs Bro should've done him Kess And qweng out his head back Qweng out the chest Qweng out what back Your young Gs washed as fuck Man better duck if the 4s getting up Or the swords getting clutched it's muad [Verse 7: Shorta] Ride so violent Corn gon' slap like mad Bet they call dad or trident Ay, all day oso trappy Man a man trap in silence Tryna do feds them too if I got it But I ain't running from sirens Nobody seen me running from sirens Telling gyal I don't talk under the covers We fuck I don't know about lovers Real bad boy like go and get your brothers We fucked the craziest sex I ain't pulling out, we gon need some rubbers Anytime man do road it's KuKu O Or some Harlem others [Verse 8: Oboy] Like trap, trap get bread Done told them man Add a K get knifed, get drenched Nah you don't really wanna see Naghz rise up Start slanging at heads Nah you don't wanna see Ivz catch up Start swinging at necks Nah you don't really wanna see GFace Creep up and do him again and again No they ain't friends, only got brothers Hand on my heart, swear on my mothers I bang for my brothers Bro done crossed that knife Last time that you crossed it 'Bout diligent, you're innocent Man walk in the Brix, walk in the Brix Man's taking a piss, taking a piss Man just lean in your bitch, lean in your bitch Man can't come to the Prince, come to the Prince Mek corn run with the wind, run with the wind Mek corn run with the wind, run with the wind