Computers Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Mula O]
All these social networks, like snapchat
Hold up your camera, yelling gang up in the back [?]
Posting pictures of that sh*t up on your snapchat
b*tches lien, emoji crying on your snapchat
Hope Gwap O beat the case, and let my brother home
n*ggas ain't f*ckin wit us, I put it on my soul
f*ck the opps, ain't out here, n*ggas duckin poles
f*ck the opps, they snitchin, put it on the O's
Mula O on some sh*t boy
b*tches thots they doing di*ks boy
YK t'd, you ain't on sh*t boy
Hit Sparky up, he doin hits boy
And im ridin wit my sh*tbag
Flex and Cali, them O's in it
We on the land we gettin busy
Tell these thot b*tches keep from near me
I keep some bread, b*tch i keep plenty
Sippin lean wit the team keep us dizzy
Block bussin, gang poppin out
Hitting stains b*tch it's a drought
12 come, gang bailing out
Cuz we ain f*ckin wit the cops
Wit a thot, im calling shots
Do bro, do bro, do squad
b*tch stop acting like you not
We in the trap, you use to that, b*tch pick a spot
And we heading to the top
Getting money, f*ckin hoes, bending blocks
For Star we on the block
I said for Star we sending shots
And free my boys out the box
Stain gang, f*ck all the cops
Catch me rolling swisher sweets
Never wife a b*tch, can't get with me
OTO, they stay with me
OTO and KSG
Gettin money, perfect time
Tell a thot b*tch nevermind
Hop in the whip, yea we slidin
You said its bussin, b*tch you lien
[verse 2: Stunna O]
n*ggas already know, how this sh*t
Catch a opp on our [?] we take soul
Man these n*ggas hoes, and they not my bros
Put that on the O's that these b*tches hoes
Block f*ckin bussin, we gon take ya soul
f*ck all the cops, ima dodge them [?]
n*ggas opps, n*ggas staying low
n*ggas really hoes, they ain't poppin out
Block f*ckin bussin, thots poppin out
If its f*ckin beef [?] poppin out
Summer time, now its hot out
Opps all scary, they ain't on the block
When we slidin through steady calling cops
I call Bally, he wit Turnup, now we on your block
Sliding through with sh*tbags, tryna catch a opp
Put they steady runnin, we ain't chasin them
Running to that money, steady chasin m's
n*ggas really fake, n*ggas ain't your friend
Im smokin Copo, i can't comprehend
I caught a opp, I popped him in his chin
He went to sleep right up in the street
If its war, it can be beef

[verse 3: Lil O]
Time to up the score these n*ggas hoes
Pull up on the block, b*tch ima blow
n*ggas know im from the O
Free #9 cuz he gon blow
Im posted on the land
My n*ggas off some xans
A opp slide and he get changed
Run up on the block and ima bang
Call Stunna he on go
n*ggas know how that sh*t go
Call Hype, he f*ckin slidin in the whip
Call Turnup, he gon shoot him in his sh*t
Sparks got the strap
Run up on him, shoot him in his back
My n*ggas they ain't playin
What the f*ck you sayin
My n*ggas t'd in this b*tch