text: Assist Lyrics
  When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash
  They push their friends and they dash
  If you aint fast enough you get stabbed
  How many times did they try run?
  And a too slow
  2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes
  Were Silwood militant splashers
  Late night might pull up with assistance
  Might roll with the bruckey
  One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom
  Lean with a ting dont leave your ends
  Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend
  How many times have they left their friends?
  Really on foul play tryna leave man benched
  Name an opp block I cant go to
  If I didnt score that point on an opp, hop out of the whip like Ozil
  2 guns up no Bogle, light mans head like Goku
  Anything green get bun, OFB we taking that global
  All my niggas are old school, got the mandem laying down stabs
  But they aint doing no vocals
  Niggas keep talking that wass, its calm till I make that focal
  Make the young gs get round and smoke you, bros in jail so I gotta send postals
  In the field my shooters are anti, them niggas did chat on socials
  Old school like Clashford
  Bro just past me the skeng, he just assist this goal like Hazard
  I done way too much road on the opps bout time that my toes get pampered
  Feds think the evidence got tampered with, cos the case went missing like Madeline
  I used to have friends but the contract got cancelled
  Big guns get handled, olympic ting Kurt Angle
  Fill up with teeth no enamel
  Finesse this broad day chinging
  My shoe sole no Campbell
  When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash
  They push their friends and they dash
  If you aint fast enough you get stabbed
  How many times did they try run?
  And a too slow
  2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes
  Were Silwood militant splashers
  Late night might pull up with assistance
  Might roll with the bruckey
  One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom
  Lean with a ting dont leave your ends
  Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend
  How many times have they left their friends?
  Really on foul play tryna leave man benched
  Im in the trap tryna multiply numbers, breaking down bud send it out in abundance
  Plug threw me hella packs of the onions we aint no get it gone for the hundreds
  And Im still with my goons from the function, I back my villian what the fuck is an option?
  Babygirl tick tock upon the pumpkin, squeeze it g you can eat some dumplings
  Ay hush your mouth about cuddling, married to the trap flavours get the loving
  Anywhere get popping, militant 15 penetrate them long start coughing
  Me and bro on the 500, shit den fuck bro see an opp, A done him
  And me and T on the 4 door whiz, tryna get rich, tryna get the phone milly rocking
  Were militant Silwood surgeons
  Get the largest weapon, theyre still injections any appointments get to working
  What you know about the Asian dots, start jam so you have to show the knife works certain
  And theres still two Ts when we lurking
  100 toes, 10 phones no service
  Ring ring trap not just all twerking
  Music is the motivation
  Free all my guys incarcerated
  Still grinding dont feel its enough
  Out here tryna see all these papers
  Im a grind till you see me in cuffs
  We aint talking bout females love
  Shing shing show till you see mans blood
  And its OFB and Silwood Nation
  When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash
  They push their friends and they dash
  If you aint fast enough you get stabbed
  How many times did they try run?
  And a too slow
  2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes
  Were Silwood militant splashers
  Late night might pull up with assistance
  Might roll with the bruckey
  One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom
  Lean with a ting dont leave your ends
  Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend
  How many times have they left their friends?
  Really on foul play tryna leave man benchedEmbed