Bolo (feat. Abra Cadabra)

You know I only talk that real
Yo Rvchet, it sounds mad
Woi
Yo yo

Pockets on swoler, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy

You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a
Fashion when you come from a real earnt family

Uh, uh, uh
Mr lover man, the money stacking up we need more rubber bands
I get it and split it with the fam
They get it and put it on the gram
Yo, yo

My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country
Your accountant say your out 'ere
Spending thousands fam your getting way too comfy

Mashine in my hand, mop on the deck im clean with the bang
Filling up a nigga finna go steam on a man
Better have a pillow and a duvet, cah he finna go sleep where he at
Mad ting

I lean with the gat,
I done tiktok block you can leave it
To man, man leave with a bang no cap
It's mad with a mash in my palm

Bad from me born
Angle me arm and take my stance
I ain't thinking bout bootouts, them man soft
Coulda had a firefight, they dont let that blast

I used to be like them riding round no p's on a ridgeback
So why wouldn't they bother me and make me rise up a big strap
Dig that

Pockets on swoler, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy

You're out here struggling with like 2 and a blue
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a
Fashion when you come from a real earnt family

Uh, uh, uh
Mr money man, the money stacking up we need more rubber bands
I get it and split it with the fam
You get it and you put it on the gram

Yo, yo
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country
Your accountant say your out 'ere
Spending thousands, fam your getting way too comfy

Brudda, I just made 25 racks off a 16 bar thats a year wage
Thats a bag a bar with 9 to spare my brudda you can keep the change
No cap made a million racks in the
Maddest of hats, then I changed the game
With the cards I was dealt, I shouldn't be popping these ace of spades

Carried the whole game on my back for like
14 years now I'm feeling like a Aubameyang
I never let it get it my head cah we all
Bleed red theres always someone badder than

It ain't easy tryna keep baddest when
These eediyat labels got you on the ropes
Thinking I might turn vegan cause
It ain't easy out 'ere being the goat

Pockets on swoler, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy

You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a
Fashion when you come from a real earnt family

Uh uh
Mr lover man the money stacking up we need more rubber bands
I get it and split it with the fam
They get it and put it on the gram

Yo, yo
My pocks stay bolo tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country
Your accountant say your out 'ere
Spending thousands fam your getting way too comfy

Gunshot make man respect man don't
Disrespect man send corn if you disrespect man
Spray this tryna disinfect man,
Man lift this tech man and force man to go get the getback

Only shake hand with a excs fam hell
No I'll never listen to bunch of yes man
I'll go toe to toe with any man and I'm
Bun em all now and imma rest when I'm dead fam

Sho sho
Make your chest go low put your arse in the air and wind it up
Jiggle batty got the woody willy rising up
Treat her body like her daddy she'll be climbing up

The woddy willy make her stay make her ride it
Got the jiggle batty show me you ain't shy wid food
Big batty press that like a .9 in the woods
I'll still leave a man red if I ride in the hood

Pockets on swoler, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy

You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a
Fashion when you come from a real earnt family
Uh, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Laidi Saliasi, Abdul Nasir Nelson, Daniel George Caruana, Costadinos Contostavlos, Junior Edwards, Nikolas Dzuga
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