Hood Politics Harlem Spartans (Ft. Active (Harlem Spartans), Bis (Harlem Spartans) & Blanco (UK))

[Verse 1: Blanco]
I ain't nothing like move or a toxic
Won't stop till I see boxes of toxin
I ain't tryna be bro
All I see is smoke on the strip
No opps tryna rob him
Call TG, that's a problem
T in the Trap for the profit
Snow, trap, trap, more often
He's soft in the beef like coating
Coughing, he's gonna be there when I chop him
Smoke in my lungs, start coughing
Let a man spar me
SK got the mash, suttin' long [?]
In the cab if you're army
Tryna bring the old school back like Barbie
I ain't tryna be on you
Touch my bros, then it's beef on stew
Your line only kicks when you see kung-fu
You've never seen a shotty or a two plus two

[Verse 2: Bis]
Took another loss and I'm yearning
Bro grabbed for Rick Ross and its hurting
If a nigga touch my bros, then its curtains
Niggas still talking was, he ain't learning
I'm innocent, these niggas are like "Really, akh?" (Really though?)
Making a killing with a civilian, need a milly akh (Million)
Bitches feeling all the niggas, but they really whack (Real)
I'm on the mots with the bros, fuck your silly chat (Haha)
Found the bitch who is snitch appealing (Snitch)
You can feel me B, I don't do feelings (No)
I break bread with the niggas that I love (Swear to God)
Fuck feds, free my niggas, fuck the judge
My nigga Bird ain't picking up crumbs (Bread)
I chased the money, 'cause the money been appealing (Yes)
I'm on the bunny, no meds we ain't speaking (Bits)
Bro move snow in the summer, he been eating (Ounce)