Awe sh*t lyrics

[Acting: Part 1]
[OBlockian 1]: Heard about that n*gga?

[OBlockian 2]: Hell yeah

[OBlockian 1]: Top?, weak as f*ck cuz

[OBlockian 2]: On BD, f*ck these n*ggas man

[OBlockian 1]: f*ck this n*gga think he is, man? He a real O'Block savage? Think he be gettin' money? n*gga be gettin' no f*cking money, cuz!

[OBlockian 1]: How the f*ck he a boss cuz?
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Boss Top: Catch these n*ggas, man, smoke on they ass, man, these n*ggas snitchin' man

T-Roy: A lotta n*ggas be snitchin'

Boss Top: Yeah, a lotta these n*ggas snitchin' man

BJ: Ay, on foe nem boy, them n*ggas [?] right now lackin' boy, on foe nem, next door boy they lackin' foe right now foe, yeah on foe nem boy they tweakin'

[Verse 1]
Smoking dope, bop in the Fanta (Skrrt)
Kidnap a Fly Boy for some ransom
You turnt up, get turned down, f*ck Samson
She like my alter ego plus I'm handsome
Try to turn that lil apartment to a mansion
That hunnid in that chopper got him dancing
Flats got me floating, Danny Phantom
Keep that ratchet on me, you can have some
Keep that ratchet on me like a tool box
Caught a brick ass lackin', rocked his jukebox
That thirty go blocka blocka, his whole crew drop
My shooters in the cut like peroxide
[Acting: Part 2]
Wassup y'all? wassup, wassup
Oh sh*t cuz, oh sh*t cuz
Oh sh*t cuz, oh sh*t cuz
Wassup cuz
That's what it is?
We f*ck wit you cuz
That's what it is?
We f*ck with you cuz
It's what it is?
We f*ck with you cuz
Ay, [?] they ass
*Gunshots*

[Verse 2]
You don't know me b*tch, I am Boss Top
I'm nothing else b*tch, I am O'Block
These n*ggas got rich then forgot about me
But most these n*ggas snitchin, tell them rat about me
I got some young killers that a clap about me
Too many [?] catchin' bodies n*gga ask about me
I be off the mollies call savage'up (T-Roy)
I called up Edogg then he clap up
GBMG b*tch, my team rackin' up
I'm blood for that bag like Dracula
Turn up with who? my boys massacre
Them broke boys savage then we savage'up
Dope in the dutch closed caskets [?]
This charger from the crates, b*tch we ratched up
Don't get yo ass erased from the face of earth
Then finish off my day with a blunt of [purp?] (Man down)
Ridin' some foreign, no license [?] nervous (Skrt skrt)
[?] I smoke alotta dope and I ride with thirtys
And this thirty shoot like Stephen Curry
Flexin' on you fags [?]
Thumbing through this cash, awe sh*t, that hurtin'
[?]
Thumbing through this cash, awe sh*t, that hurtin'
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[Outro]
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Oh sh*t, they hurtin', oh sh*t, they hurtin'
Them brick boys hurtin'
GBE
GBMG
O'Block
300
Let's get it