Ounto Nation - Crisis lyrics

[Verse 1: Legz] They like "Leg, where have you been?" I ain't heard much, you've been off for a while and you barely is a ting This time I self way out in London but I ain't trynna barter that judge again Now I'm back in the ends, PO 17 down to the end My team so official, act up, we send man south with this ammo And my gang move sick, put the horn to your nose, tryna move wild like a rhino And man don't do lackin' So anywhere I go, you know you see my knife go And the gang ain't riskin' So anywhere we go, you know you see the ting load Man get slapped for givin' out info Get slashed in a move like Kimbo Tryna tek my four bimbo, we switch up They don't wanna steal, wanna still be involved Flip out my knife, forgive me it's wicked, let's chat Let's see what I chat off of that Cut mans face, sssh, buss out there Man tryna f**in' run after man Tek your boy, tryna snap the gang Movin' active, I tek weh your phone out your hand PO, that's us Get caught like a body, [?], get rushed We ain't leavin' the scene till we know mans face a 100% bust See you when you roll up, don't move Must jump out and back out your stuff n***a, n***a don't front Fresh out my brudda Worm (Welcome back!) Why the feds won't leave man judge won't leave Worm But word back home, prepare for them bridges them to get burned From the road to the jailhouse Know you can't f** my n***a Worm Even a bird wouldn't finish his worms [Verse 2: Legz] Your time was crisis Had the ops them moving like France, they didn't wanna buck into ISIS That trip deh was kinda wild, but f** that, man ah gon' on a madness All I know is f** fed, f** jail, f** judge, f** license Realize everyone is runnin' off to hidin' Man duck em out, see me gwaanin', shootin' wit' my dargs We don't get it twisted and tryna bust the same jokes thinkin' that you're gonna get the same laugh Outside yutes are taking it to heart Depending on the friendship, credit determine if you get a change If you're in my section, boy, you get L'arf If you tryna move salty you get pepper PL and [?] applyin' pressure MP was tronger than ever I can feel it in the aura, know they done fear us Can't be on some gangsta (Gangsh**) [Verse 3: Abra Cadabra] Let me get this straight Bare chat on the tweet when the G's bucked you, you was holding chase Man got mashup, things on things all over the place Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri when your shoe was all over the place, p**y? Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that shoe" Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that card" When the man them hit up, hit up that four Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha Kwasiasem, who you talking to? Man a real bad boy, who you talking to? Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through One 7k and your calling who? Big black boy from Ghana Wet man's ra**clart lungs in the backroad, leave man maga Man do road cause my rams, cause my rams, cause my rams are my armor Mash up a f**boy quick, sell him on to his farda You ain't letting it bang, so why the f** did you leave your like mikes? Have you seen your jacket and kicks? How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline? They talking the sh** like they pressure I swear on my life I'm fed up One of these yutes haffi dead up Mandem wan' do it for the Peri When you jump out in these wet-wets they all ten toes ready So man creep up on the back row, then man aim it steady Legz wan' beat off the tum-tum, so you know it's all ready