Текст песни 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