Lo (Prod. By L'Camino)
[Intro: Odali]
Mix the rah rah rah with the la, la, la x4
Mix the rah rah rah rah, rah, rah, rah, rah
Raaaah!
[Verse 1]
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop 'till the bottom
What i got, ill mop them to the bottom
Flow 'till its rotten, im going for the profit
Baby know, baby know i like it sloppy, sloppy, can't knock me, knock me
Got your side bitch calling me papi
Old school boom trap trap supersonic
Gin and tonic, be honest, it be druggie niggas with some knowledge
Que lo what's in your conscious, can't hide it, it's on ya
The world, i palmed up, for sure, call us
The most raw bang bang with the sound, smoke out 'till your motherfucking brains hit the ground
Ahhhh, motherfucker im buckwild
Blaow
There go your whole crew
Q.U, foul child what i came to show you
Cause wreck on the set like im supposed to
Thats 2000, fighting on arrival
Move through the overcrowded, hand on the bible
Real niggas could tell, so who you tellin lies to
Pica pollo for dinner, im living like your idol
Yaaap, nigga i hear that, what you niggas fear black
Kick that shit in ya ear, shake off the earwax, ohhh, ohhh odali got his gear back
Steer back, i bring pain to your frame
Disrupt the game, no motherfucking need to complainn
Killa queeeeens
What a nigga represent
Light the hash and pass it to the left
Your claims far fetched, stepping to my set get blown to death, Punks get thrown to the fence
Only right i tell u in advance, Muchacho-chooo
Fuck yeah im the man
Ayooo yooo
Turn me up, this the jam
Shinobi showed me how to swing the sword by the hand, focused on the scram
Recruit troops exercise the plans, spread the wise throughout the land
Niggas folding like hands when they caught up in a jam, damn
Get to giving up the garments
Living like accomplished, god emcee and spitting like im horus
Niggas fronting in the back, getting hit up any moment
You listen like you supposed to
Your bitch doin dishes like she supposed to, uh
My bitch from lebanon, fuck the talk, i tell the gods rebel arms
Blowin Ls the size of fidel cigars, we could get it on
Broad day, wipe you with the piss in the hallway, drag you up the staircase
Off the rooftop, my soul washed in bathsalts fuck who you got nigga
Verse 32, fuck your mother and you, fucker!
[Hook x3]
Loco, loco where the smoke
The smoke
Blunts, bongs, and bowls
Que lo que
Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo, dimelo
