Turn a Q to a ounce
Turn a ounce to a nine
And the nine turned to a box
And the box came with a strap
Strap came in the box
The gun's real, not props
Put your main man in a box
Music Video;
Fuck around, get got
We the kids your mama warned you about (We're violent)
What the fuck you really talking about (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, we're violent)
And I stay on my gang shit
Big dick energy, big dick bandit
When we pull up, that's tragic
Caught three ones yеah, that's a hat trick
Violate, get quick responsе
Dem no say Toys are us
Dem no want war with us
If put the whistle on it, you won't hear no noise
All you hear is
You didn't hear shit, right
Get the job done right
Top striker, nuh miss and shoot with right
We the kids your mama warned you about (We violent)
What the fuck you really talking about (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about, (Nigga, I'm violent)
Turn a mansion to a bando
Turn amapiano to a gang song
I'm the nigga you can count on
AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (Ah)
They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh
Who's that
See a opp, reverse
Work rate mad, I should man of the match
How many man have I put underground
Shoot in Amiri like kayflock
How many man have we sent to baba, God
Ah, let's mind the business that pay us
I'll send Kicks to your door like ASOS
Let me explain why they hate us
Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh
L's for London and Lagos
P's for Peckham and F's for famous
We the kids your mama warned you about
What the fuck you really talking about
OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)
We the kids your mama warned you about (Tools up, tools up, tools up)
When it's war, separate the boys from men
Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here
Real steppas over here
Brick boys over here
Drug dealers over here
Boy, stay over there
I'ma slap him, attack him
On a Vandam thing, them kids can't hack it
OTR, free the guys can't play with us, why
Cah shh got bun
More action, less chatting
Need more woosh for the splatterings
Like my boy said,
Cha pon dem
Whaum to them
Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec
I'm the kid you're mum warned you about
Outside ain't safe, boy hold it down
King Brukutu, I'm live in the flesh
When he got shot, I was there
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