Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ambush , by - OFB. Song from the album Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
Ambush |
| Sykes, Sykes |
| Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi |
| I’m in the back of this car, no taxi |
| Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me |
| You’ll see this hand ting get handy |
| Live-O corn when I slap this gladly |
| One in the head, jump out and get tappy |
| I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy |
| Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys |
| Bally up, spot man and get splashy |
| Switch |
| You don’t wanna see me switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch |
| This sweet one stepped out in drip |
| Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick |
| Telling me she rates my songs and dick |
| Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks |
| This .38 hand ting holds six |
| Like Turna, with bae I can’t slip |
| I can talk on bare man’s name |
| Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade |
| Then the next two rides man went on |
| The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge |
| If you don’t see no one at Tops or Commerce |
| We’re circling Turnpike Lane |
| Tryna just ching man out of their J’s |
| Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake |
| Bro’s too tapped, he keeps on squeezing |
| Sneezing, this is the shotgun season |
| Get back gang with the dotty’s revealing |
| S slapped it, jumped out and beat it |
| Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix |
| Two in the dots for five of these eediats |
| Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding |
| Lack on the road, that’s normal procedures |
| These opp boys must’ve gone ku-ku |
| 'Cause I’m really on drills, no fibs |
| Man’s holding a fuck off chings |
| If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp |
| Always two guns up in the whip |
| Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch |
| Don’t think you can ride on the Nizz |
| Man slide right back in a tinted whip |
| If I slap this corn out the hand ting |
| It’s a mad ting if I press this trigger |
| Six man squashed in this dinger |
| Chest shot chinger, Jump Out Gang with this spinner |
| This opp thot come way too inna |
| Cah her friend got shot, she don’t know who’s the driller |
| To all the opp boys, it’s your friends we bill up |
| No reaction, they don’t ride for their nigga |
| I’m on the O, ten toes with my soldiers |
| I don’t beef my age, I got beef with olders |
| Man crash this corn off motors |
| This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder |
| Tion Wayne is a fucking joker |
| Come carni tryna spill juice, that’s soaker |
| Buck four, he tried run with his poker |
| He’s with DV and they both got poked up |
| Yo, I’m tryna do it like Boogs |
| Swing blades in hoods but they got broski on the case |
| This shotgun come long like Grace |
| Half it-half it so it comes in the rave |
| On the stage with H, big shank on my waist |
| So I’m in N9 with my mates |
| Gang changing plates |
| Tape off your estates, then head straight back to the base |
| This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates |
| If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes |
| Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes |
| My driller backed it and try hit that face |
| If we can’t see H then we gon' get blades |
| Either way, it works both ways |
| Bro’s drunk off Wrays, got corn for days |
| So don’t get blammed on the mains |
| I’m in the back of this car, no taxi |
| Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me |
| You’ll see this hand ting get handy |
| Live-O corn when I slap this gladly |
| One in the head, jump out and get tappy |
| I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy |
| Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys |
| Bally up, spot man and get splashy |
| Switch |
| You don’t wanna see me switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch |
| This sweet one stepped out in drip |
| Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick |
| Telling me she rates my songs and dick |
| Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks |
| This .38 hand ting holds six |
| Like Turna, with bae I can’t slip |
| I can talk on bare man’s name |
| Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade |
| Then the next two rides man went on |
| The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge |
| If you don’t see no one at Tops or Commerce |
| We’re circling Turnpike Lane |
| Tryna just ching man out of their J’s |
| Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake |
| Sykes, Sykes |