Oladipo Lyrics

Trauma Tone
Ayy

Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for?
If I call my people, they'll be deceased though
Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though
And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house
And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin'
That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'
If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans
I demand an icy ass mess out these bands

She gon' make it sloppy, huh, all I want is sloppy, huh
All she want is solid, huh, she don't know nobody, huh
She don't know her daddy, huh, guess who she call Daddy? Huh
That young nigga that stretch the work out long like Laffy Taffys
That young nigga that got the trap, steal sauce like Krabby Pattys
You know we flip it, acrobatics, gymnastics for satisfaction
You know that Draco automatic, look nasty, it's good for fashion, yeah
Got a big old mansion, flat action in Calabasas, yeah
Banana, bana, bana, bo-bana, that's how I hit your girl
My Arab wrapped his head like Nick Cannon, we 'bout to kill the world
You know I am not 'bout to serve you, the nerve of you
To pull up on my curb, I should murder you, I'm word of you, huh
Put your auntie on my payroll, veteran prostitute, huh
Unc', he like Vince Carter with that bitch, veterans gotta shoot, huh
Get a pop, drop a deuce, get a chop, drop an opp, count my blessings
Exotic Fanta with the Act', straight drop, came right out of Texas
Four-five at his neck, bitch nigga came right out his necklace
Checkin' these bitch ass niggas only thing on my checklist
I'm off a five to the face right now, won't let the PO test me
Strapped like Cleo, ready, set it off, don't need no setting
Pop Percs, don't do no 'Cedrins
Won't entertain these niggas, ain't Cedric
Four chains, no weird flex
I just remember when I was depressed
Now I'm here and I'm the best
Henny put the hair on my chest
Fuck a bitch, chair or the steps
Band time real, that's for real
She gon' pull up, help me drip
Any nigga trippin' in the field
Give a fuck how a nigga feel
Lettin' go, smoke me a zip
Don't fuck around with no snitch
Lame nigga close your lips
'Less you wanna talk to my clip
Clip extra large, Charlie Clips
Out here grindin' like Clipse
Happy as hell Blake left the Clippers
All this ice, solar eclipse
Chopper line him up like some clippers
Bitch scratch and sniff like a stick
Chopper change his mood like a Snickers
Roof in the Wraith, Big Dipper
Bitch on my dick, come get her, huh

Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for?
If I call my people, they'll be deceased though
Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though
And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house
And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin'
That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'
If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans
I demand an icy ass mess out these bands