O From the Sco

I'm hopping out the whip Low key that's a light flex Ross fit on, no Dior I digress I'm in a good mood With good food that I could digest Shoutout to Mike The city waiting on the rent check Niggas always hating And it never ever made sense I think I got the drive On the game I'm tryna make dents Shake hands, stab backs Two-face, Harv Dents I do it for my people And them wetbacks, hop fence La Raza Never ever learn to use them Condoms That's why I got fifty cousins Waiting with them choppas Momma Living in the moment, not manana The bitch smoke boof And she swear she got the Zaza Cheesing Nigga life's good all season I put the p up in a hoe And gave the hope, the beacon I'm wreaking On a beach in Puerto Rico chiefing And bitch I need silence When the young god speaking The weekend Always live it up my life a weekend I hit it with with no floaties on I'm swimming in the deep end You don't got the sauce I could hit you with the seasoning Popped a e I'm yeeemin Rubber on the cement She nasty Ouuu my St. Ives ashy My whip fit six Five bitches in the back seat Know I got it popping too on like Tinashe I have 'em shook, its double looks When they walking past me Kinky Won't hit the pink, it's too stinky You crazy Just gimmie neck, I'm too lazy Baby Know I wobble, wiggle when I'm Wavy I hadda wrap around with rubber Women want my baby Maybe I'm the shit these rappers couldn't Phase me I take my songs to QuakeBeatz He mix it like some gravy O from the sco It's still fuck you pay me But when I'm in the O I still think about Hayleigh The Bape and Supreme I don't need 'em, I got big swag Did it on my own I chase my dreams and let my dick Drag You wonder where the hoes That will tell you where My dick at '09 was so live I need a beat from Nic Nac The bass still knocking And it's coming from the basement Hand me the mic I could take you back to basics Say to trust the process But I'm running outta patience I hustle out the trunk Oh god, on my Bay shit It's Grand-O All I do is rap Yea I eat rap, sleep rap You don't want the beef wrap I live in the view Up the street from where Beeps at And if you talking shit I'll sink my knuckles where yo teeth At Linking up with Quake So you know where the beats at