Power
Check
Wardo
Hurricane Harvey
Hot shit
It's Money
I can make a hundred
drop out the fuckin sky
One of them n*****
play with me
Then they gone all die
I bought a thousand wild fishes
For some fish fries
I need five wild bitches
I'm trying to high-five
She say baby you gone too hard
I'm bout' to tap out
Put my foot on her neck
Yeah pen down
It's like I'm bowling with these bows
How I strike out
Plug say you need a bigger load
Cause you gone sell out
Keep my mouth closed
I've never been a sale out
I don't like to talk a lot
So what I'ma tell you about
Just like money man
I did an EP in six hours
I like money nigga and bands
That shit bring me power
Im finna move to LA
I found a spot
With a marble shower
Downtown LA
White hoes trying
To buy some powder
I told her she
Don't want me on no perc
Baby we gone fuck for hours
That pussy gotta be
Sweet like a Reese
I don't like nun sour
All this shit off the top
I could make a whole album
I tried to give a nigga a bag
But he took forever
Broke boy
I can sell that shit myself
N**** I can move
Bows why I'm dead
In the fountain with the curtains
I told that bitch to give me head
If you suck good
Ima go between them legs
With this dick head
You know how I drill
Her like a filler head
Had to fuck her on the floor
Shid we be breaking beds
She said Ozone you a creature
Boy you got a third leg
N***** don't wanna get shot
Let them feel that hot lead
I was on the block jigging
I was a little hot head
Ain't gonna lie
I don't like Xans
Im rather pour up dirt instead
Wock Qua and Trishy
Ether way I'm waking up
With it by my bed
She said why you
Fucking me like that
Boy you trying to
Fuck up my head
Like a bankroll
I scratched her legs out
Made a spread
Sometimes I don't
Know who be with me
And that shit fuck
With my head
She said please
Leave the drink alone
Lil bitch this my meds
Hit the booth and
I go straight dumb
Like I'm special ed
They like Ozone
Where your mind be bitch
Deep off in my head
This lil bitch here
Give me freaky vibe
Let me get some head
I'm going up
like Black Youngster
When he was
Drinking all that red
I'm glad these bags go quick
Cause with the load I go fed
N***** ain't even
Got they money right
N***** go
Run up your bread
Play say he
Won't 50 bags
You know how I pull
Up zoom zoom
I'm smoking scoomiez
In my blunt
This shit taste just like fruit
N**** was haiting on me so bad
I made my own loop
Choppa blast
Now he dead
Somebody on the news
If you don't know
Nothing about me
You gotta know I
Don't fuck with niggas
Like a dyke I keep that strap
I got a couple pistols
Im like a terrorist
Around this bitch
Don't make me
Boom bitch
Don't do that
I'm on an addy in the pot
Watch me work my wrist
I got you
Smoking wham in the spot
This shit go for sixty-fifth
Skrrt
Sixty-five hundred
Bitch that donut numbers
She eat the dick like it was protein
She might like bananas
I go Ape around this bitch
Call me Ozon Cesar
Get a two liter water.
Then fill it with pineapple
I need a juice
Im on that drink
I pour up in a snapple
Mud
John Doe
John Goth
I can make it happen
Yeah
Like them bags I'm rapping
Don't make me send a pack
Don't do that
Wardo
Hurricane Harvey
Hot shit
It's Money
I can make a hundred
drop out the fuckin sky
One of them n*****
play with me
Then they gone all die
I bought a thousand wild fishes
For some fish fries
I need five wild bitches
I'm trying to high-five
She say baby you gone too hard
I'm bout' to tap out
Put my foot on her neck
Yeah pen down
It's like I'm bowling with these bows
How I strike out
Plug say you need a bigger load
Cause you gone sell out
Keep my mouth closed
I've never been a sale out
I don't like to talk a lot
So what I'ma tell you about
Just like money man
I did an EP in six hours
I like money nigga and bands
That shit bring me power
Im finna move to LA
I found a spot
With a marble shower
Downtown LA
White hoes trying
To buy some powder
I told her she
Don't want me on no perc
Baby we gone fuck for hours
That pussy gotta be
Sweet like a Reese
I don't like nun sour
All this shit off the top
I could make a whole album
I tried to give a nigga a bag
But he took forever
Broke boy
I can sell that shit myself
N**** I can move
Bows why I'm dead
In the fountain with the curtains
I told that bitch to give me head
If you suck good
Ima go between them legs
With this dick head
You know how I drill
Her like a filler head
Had to fuck her on the floor
Shid we be breaking beds
She said Ozone you a creature
Boy you got a third leg
N***** don't wanna get shot
Let them feel that hot lead
I was on the block jigging
I was a little hot head
Ain't gonna lie
I don't like Xans
Im rather pour up dirt instead
Wock Qua and Trishy
Ether way I'm waking up
With it by my bed
She said why you
Fucking me like that
Boy you trying to
Fuck up my head
Like a bankroll
I scratched her legs out
Made a spread
Sometimes I don't
Know who be with me
And that shit fuck
With my head
She said please
Leave the drink alone
Lil bitch this my meds
Hit the booth and
I go straight dumb
Like I'm special ed
They like Ozone
Where your mind be bitch
Deep off in my head
This lil bitch here
Give me freaky vibe
Let me get some head
I'm going up
like Black Youngster
When he was
Drinking all that red
I'm glad these bags go quick
Cause with the load I go fed
N***** ain't even
Got they money right
N***** go
Run up your bread
Play say he
Won't 50 bags
You know how I pull
Up zoom zoom
I'm smoking scoomiez
In my blunt
This shit taste just like fruit
N**** was haiting on me so bad
I made my own loop
Choppa blast
Now he dead
Somebody on the news
If you don't know
Nothing about me
You gotta know I
Don't fuck with niggas
Like a dyke I keep that strap
I got a couple pistols
Im like a terrorist
Around this bitch
Don't make me
Boom bitch
Don't do that
I'm on an addy in the pot
Watch me work my wrist
I got you
Smoking wham in the spot
This shit go for sixty-fifth
Skrrt
Sixty-five hundred
Bitch that donut numbers
She eat the dick like it was protein
She might like bananas
I go Ape around this bitch
Call me Ozon Cesar
Get a two liter water.
Then fill it with pineapple
I need a juice
Im on that drink
I pour up in a snapple
Mud
John Doe
John Goth
I can make it happen
Yeah
Like them bags I'm rapping
Don't make me send a pack
Don't do that
Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Dukes
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