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wgb olt - blikky (remix) lyrics

(young olt)
he don’t wanna lurk i gotta mean torch
that sh-t hit him bullets make him lean north
sip lean i call that codeine sports
why he want beef like he don’t eat pork?

[hook]
h-he don’t wanna lurk i got a mean torch
that sh-t hit him bullets make him lean north
sip-sip lean i call that codeine sports (skrrt)
why he want beef like he don’t eat pork? (hahaha)
just finished all of the work tell the plug i need more (brrt, gang)
if i let you eat you better not eat more (b-tch)
cause this blikky on my hip really want to eat more (brrt-ow)
aye p-put him six feet? sure (gang)

[verse 1: olt)
blikky that’s on my side and sh-t
run up on me and you dying and sh-t
your girl wanna come ride the d-ck (haha)
f-ck the feds always spying and sh-t (b-tch)
on my momma you can’t f-ck with lil o
i got my whole wrist in the bowl (skrrrt)
l-live fast sip lean slow (b-tch)
b-big cash big green doe (huh)
got the blik so dont let me spazz
blow all my money got it back fast (huh)
shot hit then i left him in the gr-ss (yah)
f-ck his b-tch then i got to dash
interrogation room you better not tell
shut the f-ck up and get in that cell (shh)
you guilty as well
you snuck in the trap? you going to h-ll
you run up on me you eating this sh-ll

[hook]
h-he don’t wanna lurk i got a mean torch
that sh-t hit him bullets make him lean north
sip lean i call that codeine sports (skrrt)
why-why he want beef like he don’t eat pork? (hahaha)
just finished all of the work tell the plug i need more (brrt, gang)
if i let you eat you better not eat more (b-tch)
cause this blikky on my hip really want to eat more (brrt-ow)
aye p-put him six feet? sure (gang)

[verse 2: baemax]
b-b-tch i’m baemax and i keep a mean torch (brrt, bah)
ch-choppa hit him leave him running for the porch (pew pew)
30 on me and the bullets real course
roll up the first time and leave a third corpse
ch-choppa cook him up no talking bout s’mores
say you toting up? we kicking down yo door (pew)
tw-twenty eighteen hitting licks right in the store (in the store)
i caught a couple and i think that it was four (four cases)
throw the money cause i like how it pour (swish)
all designer b-tch i’m wearing off the floor (off the floor)
yo trap lock when-when this blikky open doors
you say you tough but this blikky say no more (you not no more)
(who is it?)
wgb put yo sh-t on the floor (put it all on the floor)
put yo sh-t on the floor (give me that sh-t)

[outro]
wgb sh-t hahaha, olt

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