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OFB – Ambush Lyrics

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[Intro]
Sykes, Sykes

[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
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 switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The sweet ones 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 the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, 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, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake

[Verse 1: Double Lz]
Bros two tap to keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season
Get back gang with the dottys 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 ediats
Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding, lack on the road, that’s normal procedures
These opp boys must’ve gone coo-coo ’cause I’m really on drills, no fibs
Mans 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

[Verse 2: SJ]
If I slap this corn out the hand ting, it’s a mad ting if I press this trigger
6 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 friend we bill up, no reaction, they don’t ride for their nigga
I’m in 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 [?], he tried run with his poker, he’s with DV and they both got poked up

[Verse 3: Bandokay]
Yo, I’m tryna do it like Boogs, fling 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 of your estates then head 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
Bros drunk off [?] got corn for days so I don’t get blammed on the mains

[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
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 switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The zoo ones 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 the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, 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, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake

[Outro]
Sykes, Sykes