ALERT lyrics

[Intro]
Anyi bu onwa
Onwa ne tili ora
Onwa puta anyi afuya
An' Edo social club
Ooh

[Chorus: Fat & Tobe Nwigwe]
Alert, alert, alert, alert
It's a whole lotta cap in this ho
Alert, alert, alert, alert
Hell nah, I ain't dappin' you hoes
Alert, alert, alert, alert
Big fashion, the fit get appraised
Alert, alert, alert, alert
EpiPen on me, I'm allergic to the fake

[Post-Chorus: Fat]
Four 5th hit my little n*gga like, yee
Choppa bullets made 'em dance
n*gga sold pills, sold crack, sold weed
Had it going three for ten
Blood in his eyes, you could see it through the ski
Stick talk got a n*gga losing limbs
Had little buddy prostrate in the street
It's a heavеn for a G, amen
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigw & Fat]
I'm from the swat wherе boys'll pull up with that grah-ta-ta-ta for ya top (Brrr)
If a n*gga hate me, he got CTE, that or he really hate God (God)
I been creatin' space, pullin' n*ggas ou they graves clippin' tags off a toes, oh
Aind I ain't gaining weight when I say I got Fat in this ho (Fat n*gga)
Make the beat hollow, it's a hard pill to swallow if you ain't a real n*gga (Yeah)
If you still whippin' chickin in the kitchen, I can't build with ya, I got deals, n*gga (Yeah)
Operated like a field, n*gga (Slay), then I switch to house on a hill, n*gga (Ayy)
But around my way folk still keep a KKK 'cause they kill n*ggas (Ayy)

[Interlude]
In Jesus name, amen, every satanic power, any satanic power monitoring never to do well, monitoring your life never to do well, catch fire in Jesus name, amen, so shall it be

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigw & Fat]
Ooh
Don't do beef that's lamb in the gyro, keep a four fifth full of pyro (Fire)
In the streets every dog I know keep purp and heat like Spyro (Ah-ha)
Side note, lost so many wolves to the night, might howl like a coyote (Ah-ooh)
Stick in hand, no maestro (Dance)
I move like disciples (Dance)
My flow bad like Michael (Dance)
Eve came from Adam, feel like God pulled Fat out me, lipo (Sheesh)
The wave I'm on is tidal, vital, might go viral, deep in silos
Where they up the fye on rivals (Yeah)
I know psychos (Yeah) that puff nitro (Yeah) and pack riffles (Yeah)
But be stiffled (Yeah) when they analyze (Yeah) the cycles (Yeah) of what made (Yeah) them homicidal (Yeah)
Maybe idols, maybe idle minds
Either way I've decided
That I'll liberate with all my n*gga ways till we all united, ooh