O'Lord (feat. Tbe Polo) [Radio Edit]

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I can't do the opps, I'm too busy dodging cops I can get a nigga ass popped right before
I get the drop Yeah, I know we track this car hard, this bitch ain't got no shots
Yeah, we servin' till we run out We still servin' out the spot
We still servin' when it's hot Get some detergent, clean it out

I can't see the yo's, so I'm stretchin' the pot Straight drop, boy, I'm stretchin' it out
I got a 9, it turn into 18 I'm on the track, no nigga gon' pay me
I'm smokin' endo, you know I'ma face him I got the bag, so there's no chasin
I got the mag, just hope I don't face him Ain't 9, nigga, you know it's gon' chase him

That's a LK, you know I'ma race him We don't fear that, don't get playa my nation
I been tryin' to make it, I need a vacation We been turnin' up in your city
Big ol' bag on me like Rotun B-A-N-K-K-R-O-Tun
Jumped off the porch like a kid And I got the streets talkin' shit

Pop this shit up in your tape deck Not everybody wanna hear it
I just mixed the bass with the bacon soda Now I'm whippin' and whippin' my wrist
I know I got them boys like O-Lord T-B-E-Polo, he so hard
I wreck the foreign, I was puttin' on four bars Tryna serve my partner just like a po' boy

Got a nigga murkin', act like I'm known to him Got a 40 on me, nigga, know I'ma blow some
And that's the plug, we know when the load come The pressure, he been givin' him low numbers
He done done slime, nigga, can't get a bowl from him
Can't give him no low numbers

If the nigga my dog, I'm pushin' the load on him
If the nigga ain't hard, the nigga, he froze on me
I might walk in with that blicky on me
I might walk in with 10,000 on me

I might walk in with a whole lot of money
Yeah, they like the way I rap Yeah, they like the way I run it
This shit not for human consumption
Better quit makin' all them assumptions

Not broke no more, I'm gettin' money
Trappin' and rappin' Monday through Sunday
Boy, I stopped by the cab, you ain't no trouble
You just a outdoor, I sent you to Casper

Them motherfuckin' ghosts, I ain't had no motherfuckin' hope
We're sellin' motherfuckin' soul, this ain't no motherfuckin' joke
I sent you to Danny Phantom
And the lamb hopped out the Phantom

And this shit hit billion cancer
Wait, A.I., I'm the answer
Cross over now, you a dancer
007 to the trenches, give these bitches what they want, the answer

I give these bitches what they want
I give these bitches what they want
We're still wipin' niggas' nose
What we gon' do next, TV

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