[Intro]

TrapHouseMob

It's like these niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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