Oli W The Dope
(That's a real gun sound)
(Bring a gun in the studio)
It's glock Danny I'mma smoke 'em like a swisher sweet
Finger on the trigger gotta grill 'em if they want beef
Rigor in my body figure I'mma have to lay 'em out
Liquor in my body crazy what you've gotta do for clout
The Glock 19 got a body I'mma bring the XD
(XD)
Took a file to the barrel so it don't come back to me
But I still got a gun so don't you fuckin' push me
(Don't push)
I'm dancing like my diamonds
It's dark in the club but you can still see me shinin'
They ask me how I got it I just tell 'em 'bout the grind
And all the crimes that I've committed you could try me I ain't lying
(Ain't lyin')
I was fuckin' sick of waking up
Loaded up the .40 went outside I had to wake 'em up
Er'body slippin' we was flippin' to get our dollars up
The opposition slidin' we was ridin'
(We was ridin')
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
You're screwed like a construction site I'm flier than a fucking kite
Wanna see a magic trick?
Turn your Jersey burgundy shit started out as hella white
Wrist flippin' in the kitchen I was cookin' but it wasn't rice
(It was coke)
Sure as hell ain't Dinty Moore
Looked like dog food but we cooked it just to be sure
Had to make a flip so I could fuckin' go and get me more
Had to bring the strap so I'd be armed when I kick the door
(Kick in your door)
I go get that money
(Money)
Ops looking funny
(Dummy)
Look like a bitch when you see me go running
Pistol make drumrolls but bitch I'm not drummin'
(I ain't no drummer)
Fuckin' walking psychopath bitch I'm goin' Michael bad
Murder if they touch my bag smack 'em like I am they dad
Selling drugs done taught me math
Throw a toaster in your fuckin' bath
(Shit'll hurt)
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
(Bring a gun in the studio)
It's glock Danny I'mma smoke 'em like a swisher sweet
Finger on the trigger gotta grill 'em if they want beef
Rigor in my body figure I'mma have to lay 'em out
Liquor in my body crazy what you've gotta do for clout
The Glock 19 got a body I'mma bring the XD
(XD)
Took a file to the barrel so it don't come back to me
But I still got a gun so don't you fuckin' push me
(Don't push)
I'm dancing like my diamonds
It's dark in the club but you can still see me shinin'
They ask me how I got it I just tell 'em 'bout the grind
And all the crimes that I've committed you could try me I ain't lying
(Ain't lyin')
I was fuckin' sick of waking up
Loaded up the .40 went outside I had to wake 'em up
Er'body slippin' we was flippin' to get our dollars up
The opposition slidin' we was ridin'
(We was ridin')
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
You're screwed like a construction site I'm flier than a fucking kite
Wanna see a magic trick?
Turn your Jersey burgundy shit started out as hella white
Wrist flippin' in the kitchen I was cookin' but it wasn't rice
(It was coke)
Sure as hell ain't Dinty Moore
Looked like dog food but we cooked it just to be sure
Had to make a flip so I could fuckin' go and get me more
Had to bring the strap so I'd be armed when I kick the door
(Kick in your door)
I go get that money
(Money)
Ops looking funny
(Dummy)
Look like a bitch when you see me go running
Pistol make drumrolls but bitch I'm not drummin'
(I ain't no drummer)
Fuckin' walking psychopath bitch I'm goin' Michael bad
Murder if they touch my bag smack 'em like I am they dad
Selling drugs done taught me math
Throw a toaster in your fuckin' bath
(Shit'll hurt)
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
Gitchya girl wet, got 40 on my neck
Jersey underneath of my bullet proof vest
Oli with the dope but I ain't Shek Wes
Dirty with the smoke, put a clip in your chest
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Lane Lopez, Danny Glock
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