[Intro: Brooklyn District Attorney Ken Thompson]
Good morning everyone, I wanna thank you all for joining us here today, along with Police Commissioner Bratton
Members of the NYPD and prosecutors in my office
We're here today to announce the 76-count indictment of a violent street gang, that's based in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, called Folk Nation, No Luv City
[Chorus: Skrell Paid]
Free all my twirlers that's locked up, my niggas we be on that gang shit
I'm sliding with Bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that Range bitch
New twirl order, we only get stronger, get the fuck out our way bitch
We hitting them stains quick, boy we ain't nothing to play with
Free all my twirlers that's locked up, my niggas we be on that gang shit
I'm sliding with Bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that Range bitch
New twirl order, we only get stronger, get the fuck out our way bitch
We hitting them stains quick, boy we ain't nothing to play with
[Verse 1: Skrell Paid]
RIP to my brother
He flocking, I'm flocking, I'm still on that same shit
Still on that gang shit, slide with my twirlers, inflicting the pain bitch
It's just me and Bezel, 2 deep in that rental, move hot like some kettles
Hop out, I'm like "Hello"
Then I put 30 shots in his dental
I'm rocking off molly, they say, "I be bugging, I'm losing my mental"
Since they took the flock, I'm caring about nothing, pull up and I'm busting
These niggas be chucking, they not in the field, that's end of discussion
We really get fetti, no need for the frontin'
Smoke dro to the face, now I got a concussion
Know my name, Skrell Paid be the savage
Bitches know I'm down for the action
I don't give a fuck, broad day let 'em have it
Use the .30, how I caught a nigga lacking
Every hitta around me, by my side, pistol-packing
Call Lil Lay up, do some damage
Got my nigga Sha Glizz causing havoc
We be twirling on these niggas, shit tragic
Water whipping, whipping in the kitchen
Check the wrist game, know my shit is different
We be really shitting, catch me flipping pigeons
Catch me riding dirty, with the 40 Smith'n
Ima do him dirty, milly rock, I'm sturdy
With my brother Bezel, pussy we ain't worried
Shoot a front line like they Stephen Curry
I be rolling lately, got my vision blurry
[Verse 2: Bezel Escada]
We bombing shit like the Taliban
Catching stains, in and out the van
Artillery, coming from Japan
Niggas tell when shit hit the fan
Young savage coming from the slums
AR-15 with a fucking drum
Desert Eagle, all types of guns
Glock 17, opp niggas gon' run
Skrell Paid, in the field with a ladder
Hollow tips, hit a nigga in his bladder
Call of Duty, we some certified clappers
Catch a homi, go to Peter Luger's after
Pushing weight, while I'm in the gym
Send a piece, "What about the pin?"
Hot ones burning up your skin
Tommy gun, blowing off your limb
100 bands sitting on the shelf (what else?)
Caught him lacking, now he crying, "Help"
Taking risks, grinding for the wealth (what else?)
Throw a flame, watch the body melt
Ambulance picking up the bag
Throw the body in the back of the Jag
Momma crying, cause she feeling sad
Then I go to your crib and I clap your dad
Drinking Rosé when I'm at the viewing
Picking sides, why these niggas choosing?
If I'm in the Floss, then you know I'm booming
No remorse if these niggas Woo-ing
One shot to the head, now the body ruined
Hospital, loosing body fluid
30 clip is what a nigga shooting
All your shits decline and my wave approving, gang
[Chorus: Skrell Paid]
Free all my twirlers that's locked up, my niggas we be on that gang shit
I'm sliding with Bezel, you know we some rebels, 2 deep in that Range bitch
New twirl order, we only get stronger, get the fuck out our way bitch
We hitting them stains quick, boy we ain't nothing to play with
