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

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