We the Ones versuri

We the Ones lyrics by Screwly G

Intro

We the ones yeah
We the ones uh

Verse 1
We the ones they call when (?) that gon knock off all the opps
We the ones they call when opps get popped they kno who spinned the block
Foenem clapped his mans now he a strain and this a dirty Glock
We the ones outside we never hidin and we pop out a lot
Said I was done with double cups but I’m back sippin wok
He went up but we still popped his mans for postin on that block
Popped him in his chеst but I was hoping for a face shot
(?) was in the trap, I’m with the killеrs on the back block
(?)
Lil bro went out blowin, I can’t say the same for dead opps
Popped a couple niggas, streets been callin got my name hot
Opps keep callin me like „where you at” I’m in the same spot
Niggas wanna insta beef, get caught, that’s when they name drop
Niggas talk that money shit but still ain’t bail they mans out
Running till them niggas, catch em kill em they won’t make it out
Send your shooter spinnin? He gon die inside that same car
Granny said I’m chosen say her baby boy a superstar
Double tap, (?) we got 4 niggas shot
Niggas throw rocks and then go hide they know we torture blocks
Double tap the trigger, by myself they thought two niggas shot
FTO I hate the opps
Tap his head nobody shot
Pop out with that arp or the drac he might survive the Glock
DOA left bleedin out
Know chopper gang bring choppers out
When bullets hit we used to post 10 deep outside of taemond house
Fuck the opps they know it’s up
They dissed lil bro go get them touched
(?) that disrespectful but I ain’t so fuck that go dig em up
Niggas dissed the dead till they dead go get his melon bussed
Bring yo bitch around the gang, she choosing who gon get her fucked
Bitch we not in jail so you gon die tryna knuckle up
Bitch I’m like 120 what the fuck I finna wrestle for
Appreciate the shottas for the shootings they hit niggas up
Payroll for the killers on them killings they put niggas up
Exotic weed we roll it up
Pop a perc I’m high as fuck
Lil bro smoking dead opps out the pound (?)
(?)
Opps can’t duck a switch they bitch ass can’t even duck a punch
Send some shots and clear the crowd
I got some shit that make niggas run
We don’t tolerate no disrespect gon die (?)
Opps can’t get no passes we spank asses we bought plenty guns
Soon as we get the drop we scope it out go walk down and get it done
If my brother shooting I’m shooting too it ain’t no one on ones
(?)
We don’t do recruiting can’t join the gang he ain’t grow up with us
Lil cousin hop out (?)