[Intro]
TrapHouseMob
It's like these n***as forgot
Still Moscow march on anyone's block
Madara
Loose
Mmhmm
M17
Madara
Ay Smoke
Ay Ay
Still Moscow march on anyone's block

[Hook]
Its like these n***as forgot, before suttin happened round ere
We already had lil man in a box
Still slide around on a drop for the opps
Get round, tryna serve some shots
We at war with the opps and cops
Still Moscow march on anyone's block

[Verse 1]
They like loose ain’t doing no riding say it louder, sounds good for the trident
On Sunday, I'm goin out sliding, got me thinking, where the fuck are they hiding
Oh well, oh damn, its timing
There like "Loose, man stop this shit"
I can't stop this shit, this shit exciting
I'm tryna balance the beef and money
I just cut thru to the motive, she lookin all sweet, man heard you're honey
I heard I got cheffed by 3, but these fuckin neeks, these opps come funny
I can't jeet if she ain't got a booty, with a bruck back, come look at dis 2 piece
Got a red one sittin on the left, and a blue on the right, yh my shotgun fruity
Landed on Felts third time, as a juvie
Me and JB on the, GBH, I swear that shit was a movie
Back then, didn't want parts, example, AM, man I'm talkin Snoopy
Go gon pop that corn, unruly
Bare bums and knickers, like groupies
[Hook]
Its like these n***as forgot, before suttin happened round ere
We already had lil man in a box
Still slide around on a drop for the opps
Get round, tryna serve some shots
We at war with the opps and cops
Still Moscow march on anyones block
Like

[Verse 2]
When my pagans run from me, I swear man, I feel so offended
Cuh there talkin wass on tracks, in the booth, they're still pretending
About 15 inch through his chest, lil man don't think you can bench it
In jail, crack man, then I'll bench press
I just stepped into the gym, big man said he's from Pecks
But he ain't involved, now there's awkward tension
Think he didn't wanna mention, then act up for the clout on attention (dickheads)
That's why I can't rate mans bredrin
They talk on some of my friends, thats suttin round dere, ain't done in jail
Don't matter bout relations, still get got
Was it my mans cousin, or what?
I could tell you about days at cage, Me, MY, Bro, Twin and Rage
Twin had a long dot dot, then M just pass me the Glock
We used to slap at the pagans whip, till the roof came off
That's a new drop top
[Hook]
Its like these n***as forgot, before suttin happened round ere
We already had lil man in a box
Still slide around on a drop, for the opps
Get round, tryna serve some shots
We at war with the opps n cops
Still Moscow march on anyone's block
Its like these n***as forgot, before suttin happened round ere
We already had lil man in a box
Still slide around on a drop, for the opps
Get round, tryna serve some shots
We at war with the opps n cops
Still Moscow march on anyone's block

[Outro]
TrapHouseMob