Pull the glock out of my pants (Pants)
Bullets fall out of my clip, blood drips for the bands
(Bands)
Drive by in the wraith, Got maps
We know where you stand (Stand)
Head duck to the sounds of guns, you hope we don't land
Got stars on the roof of the coupe
Never let me see you messing with the crew
New scope, and it's focused on you
Tryna run, put my dawgs on you
Said about a billion times, you the buyer not supplier
It's money on the line, stop tryna get it wired
I know your trademark baby, f*ck nigga you a liar
Old body like bill, like time you should retire
A Smokehouse rib gotchu eating
Big belly on ya baby oh you feeding
(Yum)
Buncha Bones in a bag souls leaving
Get straight to the point no cheifing
Gotta slide my way
Then we selling by the bay
See the green number grow
Blue check by my name
No Never let the power go straight to ya Brain
Cause Papa once said you gotta know your place
Aye little lil mama come get it
Young man know, he ain't really with it
Said you working, oh it's only business
Look, I'm about to grant all of ya wishes
(Genie)
Name in the obituary, body can't be found
Only knew a many dead from a lyric that's my sound
Front page of the news, that's the word around town
They got tipped top and he got gunned down
Slip cause you gripping on soap
While I filling up the room with the smoke
Said you got a couple inside? Shit!
Don't matter cause I'm busting down the door
Drip On my body baby, iced out (Cold)
Sipping on juice while it's nice out (Oh)
9 to 5, ya focus on ya life now
Me Im never gonna turn the lights down
I gotta bitty bad baby, tryna get a lil crazy
Sipping on a the Hennessy
Tryna gettin lil daisy
She Gone be looking wavy
When she leave you see her waving
Tryna drive a bih crazy
Cause The talent is amazing
Little bit a bed head with her legs spread
Looking real good cause you know I keep her fed
Super satisfied cause my stock super sized
Thats why she don't like me for my bread
Keep telling me to pull up with a tec
Gotta put a couple shots into ya neck
Imma Cut throat independent killer
Tell a mother f*cker bet I'm up next
Hold to the pistol with ya grip
Get to close you gone get the pistol whip
Baby grind ya teeth to the grit
F*ck bitch said I'm really really with the shits
Ovii - Stock (feat. D$pence) Lyrics
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Pull the glock out of my pants (Pants)
Bullets fall out of my clip, blood drips for the bands
(Bands)
Drive by in the wraith, Got maps
We know where you stand (Stand)
Head duck to the sounds of guns, you hope we don't land
Got stars on the roof of the coupe
Never let me see you messing with the crew
New scope, and it's focused on you
Tryna run, put my dawgs on you
Said about a billion times, you the buyer not supplier
It's money on the line, stop tryna get it wired
I know your trademark baby, f*ck nigga you a liar
Old body like bill, like time you should retire
A Smokehouse rib gotchu eating
Big belly on ya baby oh you feeding
(Yum)
Buncha Bones in a bag souls leaving
Get straight to the point no cheifing
Gotta slide my way
Then we selling by the bay
See the green number grow
Blue check by my name
No Never let the power go straight to ya Brain
Cause Papa once said you gotta know your place
Aye little lil mama come get it
Young man know, he ain't really with it
Said you working, oh it's only business
Look, I'm about to grant all of ya wishes
(Genie)
Name in the obituary, body can't be found
Only knew a many dead from a lyric that's my sound
Front page of the news, that's the word around town
They got tipped top and he got gunned down
Slip cause you gripping on soap
While I filling up the room with the smoke
Said you got a couple inside? Shit!
Don't matter cause I'm busting down the door
Drip On my body baby, iced out (Cold)
Sipping on juice while it's nice out (Oh)
9 to 5, ya focus on ya life now
Me Im never gonna turn the lights down
I gotta bitty bad baby, tryna get a lil crazy
Sipping on a the Hennessy
Tryna gettin lil daisy
She Gone be looking wavy
When she leave you see her waving
Tryna drive a bih crazy
Cause The talent is amazing
Little bit a bed head with her legs spread
Looking real good cause you know I keep her fed
Super satisfied cause my stock super sized
Thats why she don't like me for my bread
Keep telling me to pull up with a tec
Gotta put a couple shots into ya neck
Imma Cut throat independent killer
Tell a mother f*cker bet I'm up next
Hold to the pistol with ya grip
Get to close you gone get the pistol whip
Baby grind ya teeth to the grit
F*ck bitch said I'm really really with the shits
Bullets fall out of my clip, blood drips for the bands
(Bands)
Drive by in the wraith, Got maps
We know where you stand (Stand)
Head duck to the sounds of guns, you hope we don't land
Got stars on the roof of the coupe
Never let me see you messing with the crew
New scope, and it's focused on you
Tryna run, put my dawgs on you
Said about a billion times, you the buyer not supplier
It's money on the line, stop tryna get it wired
I know your trademark baby, f*ck nigga you a liar
Old body like bill, like time you should retire
A Smokehouse rib gotchu eating
Big belly on ya baby oh you feeding
(Yum)
Buncha Bones in a bag souls leaving
Get straight to the point no cheifing
Gotta slide my way
Then we selling by the bay
See the green number grow
Blue check by my name
No Never let the power go straight to ya Brain
Cause Papa once said you gotta know your place
Aye little lil mama come get it
Young man know, he ain't really with it
Said you working, oh it's only business
Look, I'm about to grant all of ya wishes
(Genie)
Name in the obituary, body can't be found
Only knew a many dead from a lyric that's my sound
Front page of the news, that's the word around town
They got tipped top and he got gunned down
Slip cause you gripping on soap
While I filling up the room with the smoke
Said you got a couple inside? Shit!
Don't matter cause I'm busting down the door
Drip On my body baby, iced out (Cold)
Sipping on juice while it's nice out (Oh)
9 to 5, ya focus on ya life now
Me Im never gonna turn the lights down
I gotta bitty bad baby, tryna get a lil crazy
Sipping on a the Hennessy
Tryna gettin lil daisy
She Gone be looking wavy
When she leave you see her waving
Tryna drive a bih crazy
Cause The talent is amazing
Little bit a bed head with her legs spread
Looking real good cause you know I keep her fed
Super satisfied cause my stock super sized
Thats why she don't like me for my bread
Keep telling me to pull up with a tec
Gotta put a couple shots into ya neck
Imma Cut throat independent killer
Tell a mother f*cker bet I'm up next
Hold to the pistol with ya grip
Get to close you gone get the pistol whip
Baby grind ya teeth to the grit
F*ck bitch said I'm really really with the shits
Writer: Cody Brimhall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid