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ola runt & benji blue bills - no ig lyrics

[intro: ola runt]
i call him no ig, g, all them shits
oh, i call him no ig (yeah, mayday, mayday, mayday, claimin’ bodies, but these niggas told, these niggas scared of me)
claimin’ bodies, but these niggas told, these niggas f+e+d (log in)

[chorus: ola runt]
claimin’ bodies, but these niggas told, these niggas f+e+d (f+e+d)
my lil’ shooter ain’t got no instagram, i call him no ig (no ig)
famous over night, we put two of them niggas on tv (no ig)
i ain’t tryna t up with these rappers, put you on a tee (on a tee)

[bridge: ola runt]
psh, woo, psh, woo (grrah, grrah, grrah)
psh, woo, psh, woo (grrah)
psh, woo, psh woo (grrah, grrah)
psh, psh

[verse 1: ola runt]
he got walked down in broad daylight, nobody make a sound (nobody make a sound)
i’ll get you a lawyer, don’t say shit, nigga, just go to trial (brrt, bah, grrt, ah, grrt)
lego box on dracos and my ammunition hundred rounds (baow)
never been fucked with, niggas can’t even come around (never been fucked with)
sights on all my glocks, so when i see you, nigga, l’ma gun you down (gun you down)
run back to the car, then hop back in that bitch like baby driver (baby driver)
forgiato wheels, they all got f on ’em like mr. crocker (skrrt)
5l gang and ’bout this shit we slide every morning (5l)
we had to slide like a show, nigga, we out here performing (performing)
bitch, i’m fried, but the opps got cooked (been cooked)
fifty pairs of rick owens, niggas wear ’em like chucks (chucks asics)
runnin’ up two racks, now i just call it double dutch (double dutch)
yeah, you got a body, but in my gang, that’s not enough (that’s not enough)
triple homicide ’til they had put us up a point (put us up a point)
[chorus: ola runt]
claimin’ bodies, but these niggas told, these niggas f+e+d (f+e+d)
my lil’ shooter ain’t got no instagram, i call him no ig (no ig)
famous over night, we put two of them niggas on tv (no ig)
i ain’t tryna t up with these rappers, put you on a tee (on a tee)

[verse 2: benji blue bills]
i can’t show the bitch no love, she want some tlc (what?)
broad day shoot out in the parking lot, they lookin’ for 3b (grrah, bitch gon’ score)
famous overnight, two niggas rolled, they talkin’ ’bout “rip” (bitch on fire)
changin’ overnight, that nigga told, he should’ve l+i+e (what the fuck?)
if i die tonight, nigga, tell your ho i’ma let you lie on me (eee)
nothin’ but this wife beat’ and this rose gold diamond chain on street (eee, eee, eee)
i got my fire back, and this shit just really only get bigger
3b, that’s three hats on my body, swapped, get right with my nigga
rose gold diamond watch, rose gold diamond chain, my shit say “5”
hot shit in your life, opp bitch better not post up outside
dick off in your wife, full moon, 3b get to comin’ alive
gettin’ these bitch niggas out they skin, i’m gettin’ tired of niggas

[chorus: ola runt & benji blue bills]
claimin’ bodies, but these niggas told, these niggas f+e+d (f+e+d)
my lil’ shooter ain’t got no instagram, i call him no ig (brrt, baow)
famous over night, we put two of them niggas on tv (baow, we turn him to one)
i ain’t tryna t up with these rappers, put you on a tee
[outro: benji blue bills]
white tee, burgundy tee gang, you hear me, you feel me
5, ayy, where the bill at? lotto gang, nigga
big 5, big 5 back in this motherfucker, ayy
these niggas man, these niggas
these bitch+ass niggas, ayy
i’ma surge, but i ain’t no politician, you heard
i gotta make a stand, every time, you know what i’m sayin’
i take everything the wrong way
you feel me? you vibe me?
ayy, true

- ola runt benji blue bills lyrics

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