Oouu Nilly (Intro) Lyrics

Big Goddo Flaco, motherfucker

Ooh, Nilly, we shootin' Billy

Scoot off in that Bentley before we blue pill him

He's a boot licker

Heard he throws fast jabes, well I shoot quicker

He's a coupe renter

Mag full of roofie's, yeah, they shoot through ceilings

I go stupid when shit gets too silly

Who killed him? That's police shit, don't ask me that

Movin' at fast speeds when he got blasted back

Plastered lac's

I'm just tryna fill the stu up with platinum plaques

Mood got me walkin' in like I'm Captain Jack

Need water on me, point me to a jeweler in a Baptist fast

Where the Judas and Miss Jackson at?

Shawty grew up just to clap for racks

Now she out here handin' out the clap for racks

Now the lesbians mad cause I'm packed with straps

And social media wanna cancel me cause I rap the facts

Ayy, last rat we had to swerve up on him

And my hit man always got a turban on him

You wanna be Charlamagne so bad, I sick Birdman on him

Oh, we hermite's are we?

Ayy, come here

Step one foot outside and see if we don't turn up on you

T-Pain, T-Wayne, put the fat burner on you

Have you posing a neck-to-neck next to Jenny Craig

And when you postin', expect a tec to disconnect your legs

Bitch

You know my name, ho

Yeah, it's Big Goddo Flaco Pendejo

We pullin' up and hoppin' out like Canejos

And if that happen, then it's case closed

Yeah, it's game over

And you ain't got another life, fuck advice

Just find a vice, feel that void, that's why I pick up toys

Make sure they got beams on them

With chops like this, who needs homies

Yeah, this tech tall, dark, and violent

Tossed him in the river, this was months ago

Said they found him somewhere in Rhode Island

I don't doubt it

Bro wildin', really out here

Just check the mileage

Bin Laden, my co-pilot

Just check the mileage

I don't doubt it

Bro wildin', really out here

Just check the mileage

Check that shit

Welcome to the tape

Más nervioso

Dos

Bitch

know whats happenin

Big Goddo Flaco