[Intro: Set Da Trend & C Blu]

(Bu-Bullo)

(Wars Too Nasty)

We in April and we fooled 'em

Hop out the cut tryna split-

We in April and we fooled 'em

Hop out the cut tryna split his Medula

Grrah

Whole lot of fucking dead niggas

Grrah

Whole lot of fucking dead niggas

Roll em up

Whole lot of fucking dead niggas

Roll ‘em up then

C Blu

[Chorus: C Blu]

SettyBlu we the best, ain’t no stopping us

Spot a opp on the 8, brodie droppin 'em

How many deads in my blunt? There’s a lot of them

Dubs got smoked, and then they send Rah with him

Hit after hit, like bottles we poppin 'em

And they know how we gеt, when we slidin on 'em

Chill with thеm niggas, guarantied you gettin' flocked with them

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]

Smokin’ on who? That’s a ticket to death

Ain’t moving right you get left

Looking for Ice Spice, I got my tech

Please do not get my upset

I get to clicking when I see them bend

Can’t go out like Dubs he was trippin, uh

I get up close don’t shoot from a distance

Still smoking Rah but Notti hit different

I catch Lil’-, I bet he go missin'

[Verse 3: C Blu & Set Da Trend]

Why they dissing? Like, Huncho get left

Thought he was tough, caught a shot to the chest

Grade A student, don’t put it to test

I thought he could run, at least he tried his best

SettyBlu we don’t tolerate disrespect

Tried to call Rah Rah phone but he ain’t pick up yet

Like how you went out Inna Uber

I catch his bestie, split his medula

No Melly, my opps killing friends

.456 we hit him in his head

Like a pencil fill ‘em up with lead

Blu off a E, now I’m seeing red

Catch that boy, I hit him in his dreads

Spinning, nigga I don’t need no meds

Z’s in my pistol gon’ put you to bed

Yeah I like to ball, but I like to throw different shots out

Ain’t get to make it to work cause he clocked out

Setty, never let bygones be bygones

G23, only bitch I rely on

Bitch, I’m a menace what gun should I try on?

When I shoot, I don’t aim for no lions

Think I’m pussy? Nigga come and try me

Face shot a nigga, no ID

[Chorus: C Blu]

SettyBlu we the best, ain’t no stopping us

Spot a opp on the 8, brodie droppin 'em

How many deads in my blunt? There’s a lot of them

Dubs got smoked, and then they send Rah with him

Hit after hit, like bottles we poppin 'em

And they know how we get, when we slidin on 'em

Chill with them niggas guarantied you gettin' flocked with them

(Chill with them niggas guarantied you gettin' flocked with them)