Ochie Walli (L-Mix)
Took a while, but nigga in the shit now
Back down, medicated got me patched together now
Tryna get the team to 100thou
Money pile, tryna stop me nigga boa you might as well kill me now
Cause niggas extra when they up a piece
I don't speak, walk up, boc boc
Rest In Peace
Niggas stayed packed together
I was always loose leaf
So loosely, imma screw
Find out what this 40 do
He let pride get in his way
Let this bitch damage him
Pain got em ugly, boa you yo daddy son
My niggas play with Miley Cyrus
Tryna man handle her
And if you can't handle that
We take her away from yah
People told me I wasn't shit
I was tryna be something
Grew up straight up out the piss
We a kill wheat crumbs
Living ghetto fabulous
Flat screen every room
We still seen rugged times
We scandalous We dangerous
They scared of us we capable
And still pulling capers too
I'm just tryna play it cool
Cause Tj got it in his shoe
And make one false move we gone show em what it do
And ain't no coming with no truse
Cause you'll be dead before it due
I know I do a lot of dirt
With my niggas nothin new
I know I get a lot skirt
I'm taking off dresses too
I'm just staying in my lane
I'm jumping over obstacles
And if the opps is obstacles
We might as well shoot it through
This life Is only temporary
Risk it all before you gone
I heard yo bitch love black
And the that's the color of my bone
I be talking real shit
Label this a stanky ass song
And Let my name look like shit
When it's in yo bitch phone
Back down, medicated got me patched together now
Tryna get the team to 100thou
Money pile, tryna stop me nigga boa you might as well kill me now
Cause niggas extra when they up a piece
I don't speak, walk up, boc boc
Rest In Peace
Niggas stayed packed together
I was always loose leaf
So loosely, imma screw
Find out what this 40 do
He let pride get in his way
Let this bitch damage him
Pain got em ugly, boa you yo daddy son
My niggas play with Miley Cyrus
Tryna man handle her
And if you can't handle that
We take her away from yah
People told me I wasn't shit
I was tryna be something
Grew up straight up out the piss
We a kill wheat crumbs
Living ghetto fabulous
Flat screen every room
We still seen rugged times
We scandalous We dangerous
They scared of us we capable
And still pulling capers too
I'm just tryna play it cool
Cause Tj got it in his shoe
And make one false move we gone show em what it do
And ain't no coming with no truse
Cause you'll be dead before it due
I know I do a lot of dirt
With my niggas nothin new
I know I get a lot skirt
I'm taking off dresses too
I'm just staying in my lane
I'm jumping over obstacles
And if the opps is obstacles
We might as well shoot it through
This life Is only temporary
Risk it all before you gone
I heard yo bitch love black
And the that's the color of my bone
I be talking real shit
Label this a stanky ass song
And Let my name look like shit
When it's in yo bitch phone
Credits
Writer(s): Grayling Taylor
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