Olney Lyrics

With my Guatemalan Goddess, want the drama you ain't got sense

Headshot right through the optic, move that weight, I do a drop set

Street shit, you can watch the boxset, hit yo block with the chopstick

Time of death go and clock it, she on my neck like a locket

Eat her peach, make that box wet, beat her cheeks, thats an omelet

Let me cook, I'm a top chef, I'm a cop what you got left

Glock in all black, yeah, it's gothic

Wallet got thick of the chronic, don't be talkin' off topic

Sippin strong tonic, young boy demonic

Sprinkle shells thats a toppin, that smoke is toxic

Can't digest the content, Bouta fly out the continent

Continental get me compliments, thats common shit

Chopping bricks, karate kid, you ain't bout shit, I'm callin' it

Why you stallin' then

From the gutter like I'm Solomon, bout my big blues, thats Sullivan

Wrap it in the cellophane, was in the cellar spittin' pain

Bitches sniffin' cane, Im switchin lanes

Limpin' with a cane, y'all simpin on the game

If you see me walkin' down the street

And I start to cry, each time we meet

Walk on by, walk on, make me leave