Boy from the 254
Flow so UFO
Use to walk down the street
With my young homies for Arizonas and rillos
If I ever need to stay low
I'll prolly stay in Laredo
Got a lil baby with long black hair
That prolly still do what I say so
Lately been smoking my weight off
Y'all just been seeing the pay off
Straight off the block, they lovin my form
Aint nothing wrong with my take off
Look at they face when I finish
Homie that's something they mimic
Mostly I know that they surprised
They knew the young homie that did it
Young homie aint nothing different
Old soul and I know that you hear it
Got some people that aint with me
But I know they here in spirit
And I know they love what they hearing
And I know because I can feel it
And I know that the people talking
So I know that means the people listening.
Switch up
Excuse me while I pick up
A fluid move, no hiccups
I'm moving through like big trucks
That's a big bus
Creep when I crawl
Boss when I hogg
Why ya'll wanna play with us ya'll?
I'm done breaking down all these walls
We taking over the waves, we ball
You can go and try to hate if you want to
But I promise you homie that you only gonna fall through
Your own device, lose the vice
It'll only destroy your life
Smoking on these words of wisdom
Just could save your life
Why you really wanna play with me though?
I know a lot of you niggas out there just hate on the ghost
I am, I was, I will be
Passing off this energy
To find your inner G
Spread some peace
Spread some peace
New city, just signed a new lease
New pack just pulled up on the street
Hit my line like "what's it gonna be?"
New freezer, stock it full of beef
New drip I feel like Mr. Freeze
My old bitch couldn't catch the wave
New bitch like "please, please, please"
New shoes, No crease, crease, crease
Big blunt I chief, chief, chief
They put your mixtape on
Your shits so cheese, cheese, cheese
Cant run these checks up fast enough
I need more feet, feet, feet
Aint got no room to back it up
Bitch I need more street street street
Yeah
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Tell My Kids (feat. 00Slevin, Nicholas Whipps, & Vontay Galaxy) Video (MV)
Performed By: Ojo
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Nicholas Whipps, Roger Moore, Tavon Uresti
Ojo - Tell My Kids (feat. 00Slevin, Nicholas Whipps, & Vontay Galaxy) Lyrics
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English
Boy from the 254
Flow so UFO
Use to walk down the street
With my young homies for Arizonas and rillos
If I ever need to stay low
I'll prolly stay in Laredo
Got a lil baby with long black hair
That prolly still do what I say so
Lately been smoking my weight off
Y'all just been seeing the pay off
Straight off the block, they lovin my form
Aint nothing wrong with my take off
Look at they face when I finish
Homie that's something they mimic
Mostly I know that they surprised
They knew the young homie that did it
Young homie aint nothing different
Old soul and I know that you hear it
Got some people that aint with me
But I know they here in spirit
And I know they love what they hearing
And I know because I can feel it
And I know that the people talking
So I know that means the people listening.
Switch up
Excuse me while I pick up
A fluid move, no hiccups
I'm moving through like big trucks
That's a big bus
Creep when I crawl
Boss when I hogg
Why ya'll wanna play with us ya'll?
I'm done breaking down all these walls
We taking over the waves, we ball
You can go and try to hate if you want to
But I promise you homie that you only gonna fall through
Your own device, lose the vice
It'll only destroy your life
Smoking on these words of wisdom
Just could save your life
Why you really wanna play with me though?
I know a lot of you niggas out there just hate on the ghost
I am, I was, I will be
Passing off this energy
To find your inner G
Spread some peace
Spread some peace
New city, just signed a new lease
New pack just pulled up on the street
Hit my line like "what's it gonna be?"
New freezer, stock it full of beef
New drip I feel like Mr. Freeze
My old bitch couldn't catch the wave
New bitch like "please, please, please"
New shoes, No crease, crease, crease
Big blunt I chief, chief, chief
They put your mixtape on
Your shits so cheese, cheese, cheese
Cant run these checks up fast enough
I need more feet, feet, feet
Aint got no room to back it up
Bitch I need more street street street
Yeah
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Flow so UFO
Use to walk down the street
With my young homies for Arizonas and rillos
If I ever need to stay low
I'll prolly stay in Laredo
Got a lil baby with long black hair
That prolly still do what I say so
Lately been smoking my weight off
Y'all just been seeing the pay off
Straight off the block, they lovin my form
Aint nothing wrong with my take off
Look at they face when I finish
Homie that's something they mimic
Mostly I know that they surprised
They knew the young homie that did it
Young homie aint nothing different
Old soul and I know that you hear it
Got some people that aint with me
But I know they here in spirit
And I know they love what they hearing
And I know because I can feel it
And I know that the people talking
So I know that means the people listening.
Switch up
Excuse me while I pick up
A fluid move, no hiccups
I'm moving through like big trucks
That's a big bus
Creep when I crawl
Boss when I hogg
Why ya'll wanna play with us ya'll?
I'm done breaking down all these walls
We taking over the waves, we ball
You can go and try to hate if you want to
But I promise you homie that you only gonna fall through
Your own device, lose the vice
It'll only destroy your life
Smoking on these words of wisdom
Just could save your life
Why you really wanna play with me though?
I know a lot of you niggas out there just hate on the ghost
I am, I was, I will be
Passing off this energy
To find your inner G
Spread some peace
Spread some peace
New city, just signed a new lease
New pack just pulled up on the street
Hit my line like "what's it gonna be?"
New freezer, stock it full of beef
New drip I feel like Mr. Freeze
My old bitch couldn't catch the wave
New bitch like "please, please, please"
New shoes, No crease, crease, crease
Big blunt I chief, chief, chief
They put your mixtape on
Your shits so cheese, cheese, cheese
Cant run these checks up fast enough
I need more feet, feet, feet
Aint got no room to back it up
Bitch I need more street street street
Yeah
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Let me out
Do my route
Hit the Town
This the South
Not a Threat
We just Brown
Can't leave my house
They at the Wal-Mart tryna gun us down
Like "oh my god" I'll tell my kid they better learn to count
Writer: Nicholas Whipps, Roger Moore, Tavon Uresti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid