OVO SOUND RADIO
OVO SOUND RADIO

Red eyes with Scott Summers
Kitty hawks and Wrights Brothers
Exes fly across Dulles
You know iSpy them kinds of numbers

And where is Carmen Sandiego?
Exchanging USD for pesos
Dug her out the trenches
Just to rock the Winnebago

Chemistry so Canseco
But I never been on ACIS
Paco Rabanne spaces
Know me by my fragrance

She said I’m a fantasy in bed, that’s a scary thought
Ego won’t damage me, yet I wrap her with witty talk
She give head, but I crack her, Terabithia
She want rent, but my racks fund to get my lyrics up
F*** a lyric up? Nah, that s*** always intentional
Your troop get shot on native ground like ya dealing with Seminoles
Shoot your lot, pace the town, my s*** feeling like fentanyl
Ask for a half dozen men, ya can plus one, cause I leave seven fold

If I see it and I want it imma strive
long as alive imma try to make you mine
I'd do, I'd do, I'd do anything but die for it
I keep it real with you cause all these niggas lie for it
I seen yo ass up on the gram I had to times 4 it (zoom in)
I know I gotta slide 'fore you find yourself a new man
I know a couple spots that we could hang as long as you in
but baby truth is, that I won't treat you any type of way
they gon try to buy it put some money in your face
never take you out on dates
prolly down to take you shopping if it's p**** in exchange
Know you hella smart I know you prolly peeping game
Know you from afar e'en though I barely know your name
I had a broken heart I had to mend it through the pain
momma tried to tie up in sumn that's arranged
but all respect to shorty, sorry I don't feel a thing so I'm backing out
im poppin up outside you know what that's about
I seen you tootin that s*** up girl what's that ass about

almost done with the verse but it's on a very minimalist and atmospheric beat with heavy bass and im f***ing floating! cant wait to finish it

i was outside with a switch
i got some money to flip
i got some d**** for the kids
i got some d*** for ya mom
drop a whole kid in her gut
thats what you call dropping bombs
i gotta get it, I gotta spend everytime
i dont wait in line, i gotta shine
she f***ing me without a condom
i know that she wanna be mine
hit then i f***ing quit it
f*** her once cause im trippin
money make her do the what?
money make her do the chicken
nigga mind ya business
i be getting money
yea i be getting money
lets go!

money make her twerk i need a back drop
....she just got her ass shots
i cant be fake nigga unless im f***ing fake thots
looking down im dead wrong yeaaaaa
money gon make me see some things i never seen
money gon make me great i think i am king
drop top, targa green
big rolls or limousine?
i can see since 23
...i just wanna pop a bean
watch me lean then rock with it
niggas still hate but they cant stop this
on some pop s***
going 23 for 23 that's a lock smith

lil uno flow

The hit's commissioned; the blick glistens, the clip click in; your clique's slippin, the switch hit em, your whips flipping; your pulse quickens, your pulse glitching, then tracks skipping

You're gone, missing
your mom's whimping
shot 'em, leave no-pa children
the shots hit him
brought a long clip in
it oughta rip 'em
he shot and killed 'em
think he lost his women
he often simping,
now he talkin different
he got a choppa vision
he chops his victims
eat em but it's not delicious
he just an odd statistic
he's masochistic, i'm optimistic
i think God forgive him
just honor living
i'm on my limit
i shot him cuz my palms was itching

waiters i tip em..
haters i flip em..
graeters im lickin..
slim but im pickin..
got o’s like im ripken..
my time is not tickin..
these diamonds conficted..