Lyrics Or What - P Money, Kozzie

Or What

Yeah
Oh Jesus
Hang tight Kozzie
We’re like, or what?
Please don’t let me tear down your block
Flipping hyper
Fam I’m getting you with some next artillery
Shut your face you dickhead
Alright, was that an indirect or something?
You’re acting like I ain’t come with the thingy
Making the ting kick off on the road
My man’s head will be left all scattered
I will pull something over your head like a jimmy
That means don’t try on me
I’ll rise up the suttin' from Sally or Lily
BOW!
That’s your head B scattered
I’m going I’m going I’m gone from the game
Mobile rings I’ma telling me watch
I’ll have your fans like «what did he say?»
That just means my man’s getting battered
Not a waist and ting, still get hammered
Suck your mum ASAP, don’t get flattered
I know my man didn’t want no arms
My mandem letting off them bangers
Yo, was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Was than an indirect or suttin'?
You’re acting like I ain’t come with the thingy
Making the ting kick off on the set
I ain’t gonna scream or shout like Timmy
Off on the set not bucking the gavvers
Don’t try hype 'cause you wanna get silly
The .45's there’s and I know that it works
Come to your house with a pump or a milli
I’m going I’m going I’m gone from the scene
Move up who blud?
Not in this rave
It’s nothing I’ll just cop a new stick
This boy watching me, what is he gay?
Serious fam don’t get on my nerves
Don’t try get rude don’t get in my way
I run the game I ain’t letting you play
You don’t wanna war I’ll be screaming «shut up!»
Yo, was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Indirect (or what?)
Tell me it is and you’ll see what happens
I ain’t gonna screw up the face or talk
I’ll leave your forehead clean and clappered
Have all your boys like «rah, what happened?
You look like you got licked with a cannon»
«Can't remember, two two you came focused
P Money, Grave Boy, Blitz and Channon
Baseball bats, one of them had a baton»
You don’t know why one of them kicked off
You can remember getting your head licked off
Next time don’t get rude in a tavern
You’ll die in forests, still buy a cannon
Bring twenty man, I’ll probably still have 'em
Roll with the .45 got a couple bullets
Inside, cock back like «here you go, have 'em»
My boys are on this ting so I brang 'em
Brand new Renault, not mindless Callums
You can be the best striker in the game
You still won’t get past this Tony Adams
So don’t try test with this talent
You will get battered and left in Balem
I’ll swing my fist so hard
I’ll have a man seeing double like Dwayne
And Darren, Ronny and Royd
Shaniqua and Sharon, talk tough
Get thumped up in the Adams
Keep chatting shit, I’ll cut the brakes
On your whip, you’ll crash faster than Rick Hammond
Whoah, who said you’re hard like us?
No, you man are bent like Darren
You’re on a funny ting like Nick Cannon
I’ll line them up like girls and bang 'em
Yo, was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Was that an indirect
Or what?
Please don’t let me tear down
Your block, you can hype up
And tell a man «shut up!»
I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»
Everybody knows we’re OG’z
Everybody knows we’re OG’z
And on top of that, we’re OG’z
Get me?
Can’t chat to me
OG’z, Kozzie
Money over everyone
Let’s have a business
House visits
Some shower delivery