tony walker - o'fallon, amsterdam lyrics
(if u not in the o or from the o…skip this song)
verse 1:
i just wanna chill with my n-ggas
my dogs, my marley
not even really party
but sip some barcardi
cruise on them backroad streets
in my pinto or yo jeep
or we can hotbox in the lot
freestyling to a beat
hit mcs
talk sh-t
prolly text yo b-tch
play some fifa or some 2k
talk my sh-t
light a doobie
watch a movie
watch them cops that be on duty
and them hoes that wanna mention u on twitter they some groupies
this that o town life
blue and gold sh-t
bad b-tch and a blunt
both of them i hit
i’mma o’town n-gga
amsterdam smoking
spitting game to yo b-tch
n-gga now loading
p-ss that sh-t
2 hit u choking
change hoodies for the crib mama kno i be smoking
she wanna get faded
now i got her floating
kush no reggie d-mn this sh-t potent
backroad scenery
gods great greenery
i’m so gone i can’t control this machinery
hoes be talkin
n-ggas never listen
o’fallon n-ggas always on a mission
if it’s not the kitten
it’s that green that’s a given
i talk about weed because b-tch that how we living
i’mma o’town n-gga
amsterdam smoking
spitting game to yo b-tch
n-gga now loading
verse 2: (tizzy)
i’mma o’town n-gga
amsterdam smoking
spitting game to yo b-tch
n-gga now loading
i’m blowin on good weed
you know that it’s potent
some people get too high but i just keep on rolling
i’m burning paper planes till it’s early in the morning
listening to music so you know a n-gga zoning
don’t worry bout yo chick, my d-ck she on it
and them swisher sweets ain’t the only thing she blowing
tiz the season so i’m blowing on the reef
yea i’m from the o but all we know is kansas city chief
i got a grinder filled with kief
smoking like there’s no police
with my north face on and some nike’s on my feet
levi’s on just to make the fit complete
use to f-ck with columbia but swag is not cheap
cruising backroads, top down in the jeep
got my back against the wall and my ears to the street
back to the subject tho
represent the f-cking o
kick it with the same crew cuz you don’t know whose friend or foe
yea i got the sickest flow
i’m blowing on some wicked dro
i go hard up in the paint
you n-ggas tryna pick and roll
life so sweet
that’s why i’m smiling while i’m smoking
red and yellow hairs, call that b-tch hulk hogan
i’mma o’town n-gga
amsterdam smoking
spitting game to yo b-tch
n-gga now loading
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