OVO ft. Scoli Lyrics

Yeah, raised in the cut, big L 209, let's get this shit

BB cost a lot told him that I had to buckle up

Yeah, that's a trap, boy

BB cost a lot told him that I had to buckle up

20 pointers on his tennis chain, I had to double up

If they talkin' shit, I send Mainey to go and fuck him up

They hit me with some Ajax, the way I start to bubble up

Paper what I'm chasin', man, you know I had to get mine

Call this Draco Ovo, I hit you with it six times

You be makin' nurseries, them little bitch rhymes

Couldn't hold the AP, got the Rollie, had to flip mine

This ain't sentimental, I ain't rappin' for the soul

Whip the Jetta like a rental window wipers, when it's cold

I got 18s on the wheels, but I need Daytons dipped in gold

Send a pack to Payton, I'm impatient, so I watch it fold

Yeah, you had to make a statement, I'm impatient, that's for sure

I'm the GOAT, primetime on my coat, you should know

I probably wouldn't fuck with you if you done diss me at my show

Like I thought you was my bro, so why you actin' like a ho

Damn, why you actin' grimy

If you wanna try me, boy, then come and fuckin' try me

I got shooters posted in the cut, right here, they behind me

I got labels tryna have me pay them, actin' like they signed me

I'm the shit now, I can step up on your partner's neck and tell him sit down

Bullets comin' through the window, bro, they yellin' get down

Somebody pullin' through the crib, tryna blow our shit down

Ay, ay, bitch, sit down

Used to have a bucket, like, fuck it, I still get round

Ay, ay, blow your shit down

Pull up on em crazy lil' bro, yellin' get down

All white Mcqueens , I'm a fuck up my kicks

This exotic in my wood, droppin' ash on my shit

Lookin' clean right now, but I'ma fuck up my fit

Cause this drank got me noddin', like there's smack in my shit

Smokin' Gary Payton and sippin' some Muddy Poe

Actin' scary, but he fakin', he just lookin' like a ho

Actin' scary, but he shakin', somebody gon' let him know

Buddy press em like a pill, why he steppin' with a pole

I'ma hop on any beat , cause I'm just workin' on my flow

Twenty bands on the whip, now I dropped it on the floor

Homie smokin' out a trash bag, cause he kick doe

Burn Brody on the band, and he ain't up the sco

Pull up, pop your boy, and we gon' do it in a rental

I got twenty silver pieces just sittin' on my dental

Can't stop talkin' shit, got too much on my mental

So I'ma give it to him raw, I ain't finna give it gentle

B.B. cost a lot, I told him that I had to buckle up

Twenty pointers on his tennis chain, I had to double up

If they talkin' shit, I send Mainey to go and fuck him up

They hit me with some Ajax, the way I start to bubble up

Paper what I'm chasin', man, you know I had to get mine

Call this Draco OVO, I hit you with it six times

You be makin' nurseries, them little bitch rhymes

Couldn't hold the AP, got the rollie, had to flip mine

Yeah, had to flip mine