[BLOKKA $OLO]

$olo, but I ain't riding solo
I'm up in the hoopty with some demons and some locos
I know that i'm famous bitch I told you no photos
I don't need this ending up in hands of some po-po's
Bitch
Fuck n***a want smoke
Pull up to his front door
Turn that pussy n***a to a motherfuckin' frontal
All the bullets hollow
All my bitches swallow
Nut inside a pussy cuz I might not see tomorrow
All this smoke is harmful
N***as cap like Marvel
I was in the field like a flower or Ronaldo
Bullets whistle like it's Yondu
Pockets full of fondue
This a game of wits and that n***a made the wrong move
Kick game like it's Kung fu
But n***as don't comprend-o
Get paid to shit on n***as, say some words, and smoke some indo
No habla espanola
If you ain't talkin' moola
Bitch I need a ruger
Or I ain't talkin' to ya
Broke broke n***a
[YOUNG WICKED]

Fuck the rap game shit gets no lovе
We can get it poppin' now they shook up likе a cola
Sippin' sippin' on this purple pimpin' all my killers loc'd up
All my opps is gas
They get rolled on they get smoked up
Broke bitches askin' me for handouts I ain't got none
Pussies getting cocked like a motherfuckin' shotgun
Blast blast
Homie imma let the heater speak
This that Killer Hustle Family cliqued up with the EAZYSTREET
We gon' murder [redacted]
So go ahead and give me the beat
Keeper of that wicked shit what's mine ain't never leaving me
I fuck with the zombie gang, the homies out in Deutschland
Pussies never stop me, black my money man and murder me
They gon' talk that tough shit it's nothing imma fade em though
If God call my number imma rise up where the players go
Falling falling angel yeah my spit is on some Satan flow
Imma get that money til the motherfuckin' day is gone