OV Lyrics

I don't know yo homies

16 on me no I ain't by my lonely

My ops all below me,

know you a clown why your mans try to float me

I stay in the Oey

500 block you wan take it come show me

He said don't you owe me

I die bout the paper Lil bitch come and fold me

I'm blood till I bleed out

Call up my Crips they stomp shit wit his feet out

I'm out doin feats now

Diss on the set and we fin have us a shoot out

No we ain't cool now

See a lil paper and bitch trying act bool now

She wet like a pool now

Set up bitch hit cause I bool with the tool out

Gave her my name she said call me

Heart break hotel leave your bitch in the lobby

Most of these niggas trying copy

Yo shit off brand why yo bitch call me Papi

Cant die for no bitch or a Thottie

play wit my hottie clique hot like wasabi

I got the tool like I'm Bobby

Bitch who you drilling like show me a body

smoke at mans like a loosie

Don't talk about you bout it bitch shoot me

We got more clips than a movie

Shooting at ops watch him drop in at hooptie

Can't go on dates you get Rouchies

cash on that ass like them Benjis is blue cheese

No we don't play fair

Lil li jumped at gang now his ass in a wheelchair

I don't know yo homies

16 on me no I ain't by my lonely

My ops all below me

know you a clown why yo mans try to float me

I stay in the Owey

500 block you wan take it come show me

He said don't you owe me

I die bout the paper Lil bitch come and fold me

I'm blood till I bleed out

Call up my Crips they stomp shit wit his feet out

I'm out doin feats now

Diss on the set and we fin have us a shoot out

No we ain't cool now

See a lil paper and bitch trying act bool now

She wet like a pool now

She ain't having my babies, had to cut a bitch off can't fuck with her heard she a hoe

It's driving me crazy, So I'm parking the car in reverse, this bitch a Mercedes

But I got the plan, say "Anata Wa Kawaii" my bitch in Japan

As soon I land, I be calling I'm bending her over & taking off pants

I don't understand why these niggas gone speak on name, they know I got hands

I'm making the bands, I be spending & fucking it off, The fuck is you saying

But I got to go, only fuck with the Nigga for the bag, cause he got the lows

And I got the hoes, they be calling my name on stage, I'm doing a show

Need 50 a show, I just take it, then I'm out the way & back for some more

I'm selling the poles, got Extendos, drakes w Glocks this bitch got a nose

I'm playing the Nintendo, see the ops out the window, I might fuck on yo bitch wen I hit from the back, man it sound like crescendo

Had to cut off some friends though, cause they like to pretend though

Tried to fuck with a bitch, but she ain't fuck with it, she put me in the friend zone

I got ratchets, 30 Perkies. He talk shit, he ain't Fina hurt me. Put my ex right beside the Kirby. Wen I'm rapping I sound like Herbie

You my nigga u didn't merch me, bitches dirty they trying to burn me

Bro get violent he off a Yerkie. Made a play but I caught a birdie