paroles de chanson No Ozone Pt. 2 (feat. C Blu) - Set Da Trend
Grrah,
grrah,
look
What's
the
fuckin'
word,
Set
Da
Trend?
What
we
doin'?
(Elvis)
Grrah
Smokin'
on
all
y'all
dead
niggas
(y'all
know
what
we
on)
When
I
catch
CJ
Goon,
it's
lit
(hoodstar
Rey',
nigga)
When
I
catch
Chalim,
it's
lit
Who
else?
Look,
look
(stop
fuckin'
dissin,
nigga)
Who
the
fuck
want
smoke,
nigga?
(Y'all
niggas
gon'
die)
I
got
the
lighter,
we
gon'
light
it
Light
that
shit
Look,
look
(grrah,
grrah,
grrah)
C
Blu,
grrah
They
said
that
they
spinnin'
for
me,
but
where
is
you
at?
(What?)
You
know
I'm
outside
with
a
whole
lot
of
gat
I
might
be
a
rapper,
but
you
know
I
can't
lack,
like
Got
to
keep
me
a
strap,
no
dyke
'Cause
these
niggas
be
plottin'
on
takin'
my
life
And
you
know
I
won't
go
out
like
Rick
(at
all)
So
one
false
move,
he
get
turned
into
a
spliff
(grrah)
Yeah,
say,
"He
got
lined
by
a
bitch"
(what
else?)
He
thought
he
was
fuckin'
until
he
seen
Crips
And
I
heard
they
want
smoke
with
the
stars
(what
else?)
Trend,
pass
me
the
torch,
let's
go
make
it
lit
(grrah)
I
came
with
the
rock,
I
don't
need
no
assist
(I
don't
need
that)
You
know
I'm
the
Trend
with
a
whole
lot
of
Crips
(like,
what?)
Can't
go
out
like
Rick',
got
to
walk
with
the
stick
(where
the
chop?)
Said,
"You
back
on
the
court
like
you
'Melo,"
stop
it
(stop
it,
lil'
nigga)
Talk
on
Jayrip,
but
what
happen
to
Yellow?
(What?)
TNT,
know
I'm
smokin'
explosive
Think
that
I'm
lackin',
but
I
got
the
pole
tucked
(like,
grrah)
Don't
got
the
gun,
he
get
stomped
out
like
Noah
(what?)
Say
you
tough,
but
you
got
to
show
it
(got
to
show
that
shit)
Got
the
bricks
on,
now,
it's
time
to
roll
up
(time
to
roll
that
shit)
Poppin'
these
Perkies,
lil'
homie,
I'm
rollin'
(what?)
Feelin'
under
pressure,
on
JB,
I'm
throwin'
(baow,
baow,
baow)
Catch
Blockwork,
I'ma
really
turn
him
to
a
strain
(a
strain)
Stealin'
UE
money,
nigga,
it's
a
shame
Got
booked,
I
ain't
say
no
names
(shh)
Who
flame?
I
flame
(nigga,
I
flame
that)
Chopper
put
a
nigga
on
a
chain
(grrah,
grrah)
Pop
a
Yellow
to
ease
the
pain
Catch
me
a
opp,
he
gon'
see
today
Move
look
got
hit
in
his
fiji
Set
Da
Trend,
know
your
man
wanna
be
me
(nigga)
Hollows
hit
him,
they
comin'
in
three
D
(baow,
baow)
All
these
bitches,
they
reachin',
they
greedy
You
get
shot
if
you
think
I'm
a
peewee
(what?)
You
get
shot
if
you
think
I'm
a
peewee
(what?)
You
get
shot
if
you
think
I'm
a
peewee
(look)
Hit
the
Rey'
bop,
now
the
bitch
wanna
eat
You
get
shot
reachin'
for
my
chain
(what
else?)
Mentionin'
JayRip,
now
you
meetin'
Caine
(grrah)
Got
to
chill,
gang
say
I
be
wildin'
out
(what
else?)
17,
as
a
Crip,
I
start
spazzin'
out
(grrah-grrah,
boom)
Need
a
mill',
I
won't
stop
'til
I
reached
it
(what?)
Fucked
on
his
bitch,
but
we
kept
it
a
secret
She
like,
"C
Blu,
I
like
how
you
thinkin'"
Poured
up
some
'Migos,
now
she
tryna
eat
it
(eat
it)
Hit
from
the
front,
got
her
feelin'
conceited,
don't
want
me
to
back
out
She
screamin',
"I
need
it"
(what
else?)
Hit
it
once,
and
you
know
that
I'm
leavin'
(what?
Ah)
Bitch,
you
buggin',
I
can't
put
a
seed
in
it
(I
can't)
Headshot,
Black
Ops,
know
I'm
leavin'
'em
(baow)
C
came
with
the
mop,
know
we
cleanin'
'em
(grrah,
grrah,
grrah)
Oh,
do
y'all
know
it's
us,
ain't
no
other
Flock
to
the
Hill,
and
they
duckin'
for
cover
(baow,
baow,
baow)
I've
been
ballin'
for
like
seven
summers
(what?)
Know
I'm
different,
I'm
out
of
your
league
(I'm
out
of
your
league)
I
be
ballin',
I
don't
get
fatigue
(baow)
She
like,
"Set
Da
Trend
my
cup
of
tea"
(my
cup
of
tea)
I
ain't
Curry,
I
don't
shoot
from
deep
(baow)
Walk
down
gang,
leave
his
brains
on
the
scene
(grrah,
grrah,
grrah)
Bought
a
new
Glock,
this
shit
came
with
a
beam
No,
I
can't
miss,
all
I
shoot
is
greens
(grrah,
grrah)
Hit
the
80
bop
when
I'm
on
the
scene
(yes)
One
step
back,
make
her
shoulder
lean
Blue
lights
on
me,
I
don't
stop
for
D's
(skrrr,
skrrr)
Might
do
the
whole
dash,
'cause
I'm
off
a
bean
Prayin'
to
the
Lord,
I
control
the
V
(look)
Prayin'
to
the
Lord,
I
control
the
V
(skrrr,
skrrr)
Prayin'
to
the
Lord
They
said,
"That
they
spinnin'
for
me"
(where
y'all
niggas
at?),
but
where
is
you
at?
You
know
I'm
outside
with
a
whole
lot
of
gat
I
might
be
a
rapper,
but
you
know
I
can't
lack,
like
(baow,
baow,
baow)
Got
to
keep
me
a
strap,
no
dyke
'Cause
these
niggas
be
plottin'
on
takin'
my
life
You
know
I
won't
go
out
like
Rick'
(at
all)
So,
one
false
move,
he
get
turned
into
a
spliff
(grrah,
grrah)
Yeah,
say,
"He
got
lined
by
a
bitch"
(what
else?)
He
thought
he
was
fuckin'
until
he
seen
Crips
And
I
heard
they
want
smoke
with
the
stars
(like,
what?)
Trend,
pass
me
the
torch,
let's
go
make
it
lit
Hoodstar
Rey'
(Trend
pass
me
the
torch,
let's
go
make
it
lit)
Hoodstar
Rey'
Ah
(y'all
know
what
the
fuck
goin'
on,
nigga)
C
Blu
and
Set
Da
Trend,
nigga,
stop
playin',
nigga
(ah)
Baow,
baow,
baow,
baow
Grrah,
grrah,
grrah
(baow,
baow,
baow)
One
more
time?
Yeah
Hahahaha
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