Set Da Trend
No Ozone, Pt. 3
[Intro: Set da Trend]
Grrah
Aah
Setty Blu
(Tick Tock Lawyered)
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1: Set da Trend]
Too many opps in this blunt that I'm smokin'
I ain't shootin' from deep, I get closer
Setty Blu, who fuckin' wit' us?
Smokin' my deads? Enough is enough
New opp got plucked
N***as be talkin' like they be the only ones who totin' guns
Like, bitch, is you dumb?
Before I was Setty, I was in the field, makin' n***as run
He lacked wit' a dozen
I really spin that block, let off shots, n***a, I ain't bluffin'
Stay strapped, like I'm playin' defense
African boy dissin', I'ma leave him
King of the what? Like, n***a, who believed him? (Like what?)
Talk on the 'net, I can't wait 'til I see him
Yеah, I can't wait 'til I see him

[Verse 2: C Blu]
(C Blu)
All these n***as just tough on the 'nеt
In real life, they don't really want wreck
Said you snatchin' what on C Blu neck? (Never)
Once you reach, I'ma teach you a lesson (Rrah)
Hollows hit him, now he drinkin' breakfast
Setty Blu, we the best, that's a fact (Facts)
It's a mill' and better every track
'Cause we get in the beat and speak facts
And them n***as don't get into that (At all)
All them pussy n***as rappin' cap
Rah got hit, they can't get him back
Yeah, it's so many deads in my pack
I'm a blue devil, I'm a demon
Anywhere, n***a, I might leave him
[Verse 3: Set da Trend]
C Blu the cuzzy, for me, he gon' bleed 'em
They like, "Setty, why you always deep in?"
Sha Gz ran on Lotti, what's the reason?
And Rah got lift, AJ crashed
New opp got left, I ain't talkin' on that
Try to back-door me and I'm uppin' the strap (Grrah-grrah)
N***as talkin' like they got hits
Know them Choo n***as mad Nick Blixk my spliff
Smokin' dead n***as out the zip
One false move, n***a, I'ma click (Aah)

[Verse 4: C Blu & Set da Trend]
Keep a big gun on my hip
Thirty shots if they try to blitz
Beam on his heart, now he gotta shit
Shots gettin' fired, now he runnin' Rick (Grrah-grrah)
Smokin' K-Dubs out the zip
Fat-boy run, just don't trip
Need some Kane [?] , never lackin', curry on my hip
That's 30, pour me a four on the triss, that's dirty (That's dirty)
Spot a opp, I ain't shown' no mercy (At all)
Two hands when I shoot, I'm sturdy (Sturdy)