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If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load I was on the trizzy, just me and the Lizzy I know what it's like reminiscing, just me and a nitty For 7 she got a pinky, but she ain't feeding her pickney See I was on basic, it was just me and my tizzy I remember stepping on visits, it was just me and my missus Growing up weren't all rosy, it was just me and my sisters Still make the force kick on a green one, I don't need green on my sneakers Ching man down on a backroad, just me and my flicky Try buss man's throat, I ain't tryna feed him no hickey Real talk gang got unlimited smoke, tryna feed them the chimneys Next day I just buss this pack and fling it on diggies I know about colours I'm up and down the M with both, my lifestyle's risky If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road SongtexteOFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load I remember being in the Niz, just me and a swammy Pigs locked off the block, it's just me in the alley Beating all of my shots, it's just me and Ali Or T-house settings, white and [?] no [?] for Sally Knee deep in the streets, that's me running with swammy I'm in love with the spin spin ting, I'm in love with this money And when I'm doing up OT, there's no sleep it's just counting Or hard and coins on the table, all piled like a mountain Love chasing Ps, I swear I love this prof Posted on the block, so try slide and get shot And from long time, you know that it's weed or rock And it's OFB to the world and back, and free all the bruddas that are locked If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, 'bout time we lock and load Aus Songtexte Mania