Ounto Nation
Crisis
[Verse 1: Legz]
They like "Leg, where have you been?"
I ain't heard much, you've been off for a while and you barely is a ting
This time I self way out in London but I ain't trynna barter that judge again
Now I'm back in the ends, PO 17 down to the end
My team so official, act up, we send man south with this ammo
And my gang move sick, put the horn to your nose, tryna move wild like a rhino
And man don't do lackin'
So anywhere I go, you know you see my knife go
And the gang ain't riskin'
So anywhere we go, you know you see the ting load
Man get slapped for givin' out info
Get slashed in a move like Kimbo
Tryna tek my four bimbo, we switch up
They don't wanna steal, wanna still be involved
Flip out my knife, forgive me it's wicked, let's chat
Let's see what I chat off of that
Cut mans face, sssh, buss out there
Man tryna fuckin' run after man
Tek your boy, tryna snap the gang
Movin' active, I tek weh your phone out your hand
PO, that's us
Get caught like a body, [?], get rushed
We ain't leavin' the scene till we know mans face a 100% bust
See you when you roll up, don't move
Must jump out and back out your stuff
N***a, n***a don't front
Fresh out my brudda Worm (Welcome back!)
Why the feds won't leave man judge won't leave Worm
But word back home, prepare for them bridges them to get burned
From the road to the jailhouse
Know you can't fuck my n***a Worm
Even a bird wouldn't finish his worms
[Verse 2: Legz]
Your time was crisis
Had the ops them moving like France, they didn’t wanna buck into ISIS
That trip deh was kinda wild, but fuck that, man ah gon' on a madness
All I know is fuck fed, fuck jail, fuck judge, fuck license
Realize everyone is runnin' off to hidin'
Man duck em out, see me gwaanin', shootin' wit' my dargs
We don’t get it twisted and tryna bust the same jokes thinkin' that you're gonna get the same laugh
Outside yutes are taking it to heart
Depending on the friendship, credit determine if you get a change
If you’re in my section, boy, you get L'arf
If you tryna move salty you get pepper
PL and [?] applyin' pressure
MP was tronger than ever
I can feel it in the aura, know they done fear us
Can’t be on some gangsta (Gangshit)

[Verse 3: Abra Cadabra]
Let me get this straight
Bare chat on the tweet when the G's bucked you, you was holding chase
Man got mashup, things on things all over the place
Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri when your shoe was all over the place, pussy?
Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that shoe"
Told my man, "Pick up, pick up that card"
When the man them hit up, hit up that four
Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha
Kwasiasem, who you talking to?
Man a real bad boy, who you talking to?
Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through
One 7k and your calling who?
Big black boy from Ghana
Wet man’s rassclart lungs in the backroad, leave man maga
Man do road cause my rams, cause my rams, cause my rams are my armor
Mash up a fuckboy quick, sell him on to his farda
You ain't letting it bang, so why the fuck did you leave your like mikes?
Have you seen your jacket and kicks?
How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline?
They talking the shit like they pressure
I swear on my life I'm fed up
One of these yutes haffi dead up
Mandem wan' do it for the Peri
When you jump out in these wet-wets they all ten toes ready
So man creep up on the back row, then man aim it steady
Legz wan' beat off the tum-tum, so you know it's all ready