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CB - Still Active

[Intro]
Rah, it's BKay, you know
FRE3, FRE3, FRE3

[Chorus: YB]
We made the crime rate rise up (That's us), that's nothin' but facts
This bitch said she's down to ride, that's nothin' but lies, that's nothin' but cap (Cappin')
Put my life on the line for the gang (Gang)
Four man, three shanks, one wap
Fuck all the chattings, we make it happen, go do a madness then back to the trap
[Verse 1: CB]
What's with the lyin'? What's with the cappin'?
Most man don't ride with the intent to kill, so what's the point of drillin' if you ain't tryna do killings?
I ain't try-I ain't try-I-I ain't tryna say that I've killed before, but my intent is to drill some more
Tryna put all of the opps in the morgue, so man can end this war
Pull-pull-pull up and smoke man's siblin', man done did it, had your bro in surgery
These times, donny's ridin' thirty, hope he appeals, so I buck man early
Try-try-tryna remove man's head back, don't hit lower than chest, fam
Touch ****, touch one of mine, you're a dead man, dead-dead man, dead-dead-dead man and I mean it
I-I ain't no rapper, I'm a driller that raps, there's a different meanin'
I don't like to share, but these bells here, the opps can keep it
Just-just-just got a rusty wap, needs greasin', but same way, I'ma beat it (Beat it)
Bad-bad on the net, real life, they nervous, weren't on nothin' when I saw 'em in person

[Verse 2: Sus]
How's man got chat for the A when more than four blocks felt our rage?
**** got-got-got shaved and **** tried back two blades, they both got put in their place, yo
How-how many times did I chase GH, and Blitz done duck-duck-goose with the gauge?
Yevz too greezy, stepped in his J's
**** got-got-got shaved, secrets not safe
How many time they hid their wounds?
You know that it's your blood on your shoes
But they still got no shame, he's thirty plus tryna boost his Snapchat views
No, we don't get down irrelevant yutes, he deserved it if we turnt him zoot
Askar confused like, "Who are these yutes?" 'Cah **** got packed and they left no clues
**** get put in my swisher
Cu-Cu-Cu get-get put in my blues
Gu-Gu-Gu get-get-get put in my blunt, we didn't drop ****, but we smoke him too
Six-six bells get stuffed in the spinner
The dot-dot get filled with two
The ding-dong get filled with four, we head to the 5 and turn off dudes
Catch K's, get paid, what AG do
Ching-ching, baow-baow, what AG do
Turn crack into pounds, what AG do
Put opps in the ground, what AG do
Smooth criminal, I'll take your boo
Thief in the night, we snatchin' souls, just doing things that grim reapers do
Ask the One Side if it's not true
You might also like[Verse 3: C1NNA & Broadday]
On-on-on me who?
If I was you, I'd be on me too
All the-all the shanks and the wap we use, this mash don't jam and it loves me too
I-I-I'll settle with swingin' my shank, gotta bring back somethin' new
I-I-I'll drill it in public view and-and we're winnin', it's public news, yes it was
It-it was us that did that broom, bro ****, let's twist that, fuck-off slugs
Back then, it was Ridgebacks, swervin', skid on a big man
B-but now, we send bine on 'em, not once we slide on 'em, green light for 'em
Dead friend, go ride for 'em
Still ten with the shanks, slip, twist, rip it out of him
So show me, who-who-who's your homies?
Send some hell 'cah your dead friend's lonely, I'ma-I'ma smoke him slowlyl
Don't wanna talk too much over there, they know me, call me 2smokeyy
And I'm Active Gxng, put **** in a stogie, say you're on? Come show me
Fuck-fuck-fuck them, they're SYM's
They-they ain't got none of my friends
I-I-I know why them boy mad at me, they know I done it again
I'll-I'll-I'll smoke on **** and ****, same time, I'll blow on one of my skengs
On tops, on tops, this shit won't stop, got times their death (Grrt) by ten

[Verse 4: Broadday]
It's-It's-It's about time I stole Smokeyy's flow (Damn right)
Bitch made, I got beef with pussy, leave 'em in red, Marilyn Monroe (Ying)
Mi-mi-missin', Madeleine McCann, but then he revived just like Jon Snow (How?)
Hop out, see everyone skeet and go vanishin' like Dynamo and go vanishin' like Dynamo (Yo)
Most that side been hospitalised (Haha), need a round of applause, but the gang still clappin'
We a-we ain't got no manners, we get down yutes and we can't stop braggin' (Baow)
History lesson 101 when the beef kicked off, none of them were on badness (None of them), madness
Grrt, bap, man's-man's-man's doin' up tactics
Tell the driver, "Sit back", three man hop out, leave him flat like a mattress (Dead)
Old school, was it on the playground, now if I catch up, it's holes in fabric (Ying)
G-g-grr-grrt, bap, free CB, he got nicked for a madness, free him up, free him up, free him up, free him up
Free-free-free CB, he got nicked for a madness
[Chorus: YB]
We-we made the crime rate rise up (That's us), that's nothin' but facts
This bitch said she's down to ride, that's nothin' but lies, that's nothin' but cap (Cappin')
Put my life on the line for the gang (Gang)
Four man, three shanks, one wap
Fuck all the chattings, we make it happen, go do a madness then back to the trap (Jugg it)
We-we made the crime rate rise up (Us), that's-that's-that's nothin' but facts
This-this bitch said she's down to ride, that's nothin' but lies, that's nothin' but cap (Cappin')
Put my life on the line for the gang (Gang)
Four man, three shanks, one wap
Fuck all the chattings, we make it happen, go do a madness then back to the trap

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