OOTAZ lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
If it get lit, I'm bendin' through that block
Tell the Y to send a couple shots
We drop an ooter, chillin' with some ooters, if you try to run up, then you gettin' flocked
I heard a bunny got put in the box
And a hollow hit him in his top
I'm from the 5th, we got a lot of opps
But they don't do sh*t, we got a lot of chops
When I'm uppin' the knocker, that sh*t got a kick
Roll a Dummy, mix it with the the Nick
They cap in they rap, but they ain't doin' sh*t
n*ggas keep gettin' took off the list
If she tryna line me, I'm slimin' that b*tch
And a n*gga gon' die with that b*tch
'Cause I keep a knock, I can't go out like Nick
So my knocker off safety, this Glock got a switch
Like, spin the Hill, whеre they at?
I'm tryna take a Jiggy off thе map
n*ggas kill me, that's a fact
Like y'all wasn't just throwin' up Makk
And since n*ggas lookin' for Makks, I'ma spin through the O tryna make me a pack
Hit his chest and it went through his back
He hit the ground, the bullets left him flat
With the Makks and the Crippys
Lookin' for Gz, it get litty
Put a beam on a glizzy
Back out the shotty and do him like Nicky
94K, we don't f*ck with no Drillys
Thottie line 'em, this sh*t could get tricky
I'm on sight and I'm always on fifty
And we still slidin', tryna make a spliffy
I wanna shoot, lil' n*gga, just pass that
With the chopper, I feel like I'm Mad Max
Oh, it's the Jet? Knock off his dad hat
In the fifty, b*tch, I'm where the Makks at
And they dissin', but they gettin' clapped at
My lil' wocky gon' up it and blast that
You got money, b*tch, I gotta have that
You want a feature, then send it through CashApp
Like, mix the Rah-Rah with the Dummy
And the Mexxy with the Dubski
And the Yellow with the Country
Everyone shot, yeah, that sh*t could get ugly
No GDs, no Bunnies
Everything dead if n*ggas try to touch me
b*tch, I keep a chop, I'm always comfy
He got hit and ain't die, he was lucky
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
We gon' bend through they block in a GMC
I can't wait 'til I catch me an OMB
He throw an O up, you know that I'm sendin' three
I can't wait 'til a n*gga run into me
Keep a knock and this sh*t not for show
Spot an O, then he gotta go
I'm uppin' the pole and I'm shootin' for sure
Catch you on the Hill, then I'm lettin' it go
n*ggas know we don't f*ck with no O's
n*ggas know we don't f*ck with no Blixkys
n*ggas know we don't f*ck with no Drillys
Opps linkin' up, man, this sh*t gettin' mixy
Where they at? On the Hav?
Say that, we gon' come through the back
In the stu' with a couple of Makks
I'm a Loc, but I stay with a Hat
Ayo, Justo, where they at?
On the tenth, I'm tryna get smacked
Send shots, they ain't ever throw back
Big OMBK, n*ggas know where I'm at
Free Keemy, n*ggas know what's up
If he got it, I bet he gon' let it dump
f*ck a Sally, I heard she be jammin' up
We gon' bend through the O tryna catch us one
How you say that you smokin' on JB?
Headshot, leave a lil' n*gga lazy
Not a killer, but don't play me
Pass the knocker to my lady
She gon' flock it on the daily
f*ck the opps, I know that they hate me
Want a feature, better pay me
Every track I'm on is goin' crazy
Yo, Kenzo, pass me the eighty
I go through that block and I bet I go crazy
Where the opps? They sick
Tell them n*ggas to get off my di*k
Ayo, Nesty, you a b*tch
Your mans got back, you ain't never do sh*t
All I see is, "Everything for Rah-Rah"
Y'all ain't do anything when he went bye-bye
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, n*ggas know that's the top flock
Spot an opp and I'm sendin' like five shots
Big DOA, n*ggas know that we top five
Keep a knock, I'm a top opp
Free Kay, n*ggas know that's the top flock
Spot an opp and I'm sendin' like five shots
Big DOA, n*ggas know that we top five
[Verse 3: JayDaChaserr]
Ain't you fifty? n*gga, you a kid
Out there spreadin' rumors like a b*tch
Beat who up? Man, he gotta be sick
Why you think I spent bread on this grip?
And it's always the n*ggas that don't leave they crib
EK who? Man, that boy is a snitch
Say he an ooter, but never did sh*t
When I catch you in traffic, just know that it's lit
Claim we got static, bro, who is y'all foolin'?
Outside, they spin, we boomin'
Linkin' for clout, man, these n*ggas is goofies
Fanned out, they rushed, they groupies
Spot me a jake, send shots to his kufi
Seen tragic, sh*t get gooey
Teach 'em 'bout move, we been tryna make movies
Clearin' blocks, this sh*t get spooky
We been buggin' like f*ck all these new opps
8th the Hav, we gon' study that new block
Bust a Chevy and get me some new guap
f*ck around, go ahead, buy me a new chop
Heard Nas got hit in his treetop
But I thought you was walkin' with big rocks
Spin the block, see an opp, he get hit up
Big GDK, so mad it's gettin' drenched up
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah
Every opp shot, like
Everything dead, like
Everybody K, like
Ah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah