Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LISTEN UP, PT. 2, artist - OFB. Album song Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
LISTEN UP, PT. 2 |
| Cash |
| BeatsByLucas |
| OFB way, gun way, gang way |
| Get right or get left |
| Woi, woi |
| I’m tryna grab man, nap man and attack man (Nap him) |
| Carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox |
| Slap man in a black van |
| I guess I’m too tapped, don’t mad man (Don't mad man) |
| It gets all peak when I swing my black hand (Ching) |
| I’ve seen big men turn jello |
| Crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) |
| SJ, I’m known as a bad man |
| ZT ain’t safe in the Nine after nine (No, he ain’t) |
| That’s why the Niners still hiding (Bow, bow) |
| My whole squads on riding, me, I’m on sliding |
| Long Samurai like a Viking (Ching, ching) |
| AB kept driving, me, I would’ve knifed him |
| Hear the opp boys just typin' (Stop typin') |
| You know gang-gangs ridin', need me a python |
| Or I’ll fist him up like Tyson |
| Yeah, I’m young it’s fun, man live it, man kill it |
| No sweets in the mash, man fill it (Man fill it) |
| You want smoke with the gang? |
| Come, bring it |
| Best drill it, don’t miss when you shoot, are you kidding? |
| (Bow, bow) |
| Don’t miss when you shoot, are you kidding? |
| In the back of this X3 ding-dong skidding (Skrr) |
| So bro’s angry, he got them bibbing (Bow, bow) |
| Devilish thoughts when I see them tripping |
| Listen Up |
| In the rain, .32 in my coat (In the dark) |
| I saw him freeze up when I back this smoke (Bow, bow) |
| Nowadays everyone’s beefing the O (How can they?) |
| But it’s calm, we still got smoke for domes (Bow, bow) |
| Aim up high, dump off or blow |
| Het poked, my fifteen garn' rip through clothes (Ching, ching) |
| Get touched, no hope, get rich, not broke |
| For the opps, this beef can’t hold (No way, no way) |
| And what’s this mans seen on UDN? |
| (What's this?) |
| Another Nine boy tryna send for the gang |
| Oh shit, he ain’t rid for his friend (Oh shit) |
| I said he don’t do that again (No way) |
| This west ting tryna line them up |
| I guess everything’s fucked if I rise it up (Bow, bow) |
| On the Nine block, made Star 9 buss |
| Get touched, no way can that boy try duss (Woi, woi) |
| This long nose can’t fit in my coat |
| Half it, half it 'till it fits in proper (Chop it, chop it) |
| This bruck back come big like a chopper (Big) |
| We burn our garms and hit Foot Locker (Burn them) |
| Rise it up, tryna spot me an opper |
| My bro could’ve made it playing soccer (Could've made it) |
| My head back still criss like Tucker |
| Circle the Nine tryna ching up a fucker (Listen up, listen up) |
| Ching him up, head straight to the blocka (Ching, ching) |
| Step on the gas, lay low from a chopper (Skrr, skrr) |
| Drive thru', I ain’t buying a Whopper |
| I’m doing this drill with bro, he a shotter |
| .38 lead, come taste this copper |
| Chest shot, head shot, do up a sucker (Mad) |
| This Rambo slides in like butter |
| The Nine where we go to juice this cutter (Woi, woi) |
| I’m tryna grab man, nap man and attack man (Nap him) |
| Carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox |
| Slap man in a black van |
| I guess I’m too tapped, don’t mad man (Don't mad man) |
| It gets all peak when I swing my black hand (Ching) |
| I’ve seen big men turn jello |
| Crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) |
| SJ, I’m known as a bad man |
| ZT ain’t safe in the Nine after nine (No, he ain’t) |
| That’s why the Niners still hiding (Bow, bow) |
| My whole squads on riding, me, I’m on sliding |
| Long Samurai like a Viking (Ching, ching) |
| AB kept driving, me, I would’ve knifed him |
| Hear the opp boys just typin' (Stop typin') |
| You know gang-gangs ridin', need me a python |
| Or I’ll fist him up like Tyson |