Madness Farmer12 (Ft. Active Gxng & Sus)

[Intro]
Ghosty

[Chorus: Farmer12]
I'm chilling with trappers
All broad day bangers
Smoke on the O, see us, get splattered
Like, how many men been captured?
Got too many hammers
Feds took too many bangers
But we still do numerous slappings
Don't get it twisted, we're still on stabbings
Snypez saw a opp so you know he rammed him
Opps see us, they vanish, magic
Opps see us, they panic, dashing
Leaving your boy, you're lacking, like
Dash it, there is a madness
Aimed up dots right where your hat is
Longshot bro, you can call me Matić
Slings up two 44's in the attic

[Verse 1: Farmer12]
Most of these bootings, done in the mains
Gang ain't got no chill
Most of the man over there, got drilled
If he didn't move, then he wouldn't got killed
Trident said they got intel
Bro done said that the obbo's real
Jakes went farm or back in the ville
Where camteem sheets get filled
Bro's bipolar
One day, said „leave him“
Then he said, „hate to roll up“
My man got dipped
But him and his bredrin both had a soaker
Slapped this corn and the neighbours woke up
I had numerous man just swimming in blood
The locals watched them float up
On my life, these yutes are jokers
These opps are lay-lay
These opps are boring, scoring
How can I beef these yutes
When they ain't about, from night to morning
Numerous times, I backed my blade
Numerous times, I left man pouring
I just see a opp on the backroad
He ten toes, but you know bro caught it
Dip dip, splash
Bro got him in his hat
If I backed that smoke, and lit that prick
You ain't gonna go back to gaff
If I backed that metal and let that rip
Make sure that you hold your hat
A friend of a opp, is a opp
You can get shot right through your plaits