Brutality lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
(Brutality)
Like, what?
Ah
Every opp shot
Like, everything dead

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Me and Setty be bendin', lurkin' through they 'jects
New opp died, I'm tryna figure who next
He got shot 'cause he was tryna flex
GPop died, took a stabbin' to the chest
DOA got the city, all these n*ggas fessed
n*ggas better give us our respect
One false move, hollows hit his neck
Quick draw then I boom, hollows hit his chest, like
Where thе Os? Where EK? He was just MB, now hе MBK
I'm tryna run up on him, put the gun up on him, tryna boom a n*gga in his face
We spot a opp, closed case
Empty the chop, don't wait
Spin through the 'Well and I'm yellin' out, "8th to the Gates"
48 'em, he thought he was safe (Ah)
Now I'm in Harlem and I'm creepin'
Ayo, Rayy, I think I see a Sweeper
With this knocker, n*gga, I'm a teacher
Teach him a lesson, b*tch, we gon' delete him
I'm really on that, buggin' for no reason
Don't got the knocks, then I'm really gon' beat him
On the Hill, parked up, we schemin'
Do 'em like Dotty, leave that n*gga leakin'
Shh, got hit, the scene was lookin' graphic
Eight opps died, this sh*t sh*t tragic
They ain't scorin', they play for the Mavericks
My n*ggas blitzin', Green Bay Packers
.45 hit him, push a n*gga backwards
Notti a spliff, he a ghost like Casper
Do a drill on the Lam', start blastin'
I smoke Notti, n*gga, I ain't passin' (Ah)
Ayo, Setty, pass me the gun
We on the Os, we gon' do what we want
Catch lil' Bouba, throw him in the trunk
Put a shot to his mel' and leave that n*gga slumped
When I hop out the V, I bet them n*ggas duck
Lotti was good, but we don't do no Runtz
Like, where the Sweepers? b*tch, we on a hunt
It's a no O zone, every opp gettin' punched like (Ah)
[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Spin through the— shh, I ain't comin' to play
Better get down when I up it and spray
I get up close on a n*gga fillet
He gon' die, don't gotta be today
Might go out, like, go tomorrow anyway
Kenzo gon' flock it, I don't gotta say
Try to run but these bullets knock him out of shape
You got a problem? Say it to my face
Lil' girl was hungry, so I let her taste
(Brodie don't—) Brodie don't talk much, he get to ballin' like he got a offer
He think he hot? Okay, I'ma torch 'em
I put it all in his back, no Boston
Man, we could link up, I ain't tryna box, though
First n*gga up, knock the beef out his taco
[?] think that he Macho, pause
Shots go "Grrah" (Rrah)
I'm tryna [?]
I go stupid with the trey, you would've thought I was movin'
Pass off, tell 'em, "Catch twenty-two shots [?]"
Like he chuckin' the deucy
sh*t get [?] red dot on the toolie
f*ck a play, we shoot a movie (Grrah, grrah)

[Outro]
(Finish him)