Lyrics WD 40 - Ollie Joseph feat. GNF Kusher

Yeah, we sliding in silence like WD
40 on me, but isn't a beam
I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin'
Yeah it's family business when dealing with me
Kush did a bit, he was out it for three
The bloodline home base in Wisconsin
Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese
We in it for life, I put it on Strauss
I came a long way from them Michigan nights
Where sippin' my vice
Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice
The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up
I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice
But they never listen, they hard of hearin'
Too focused on the art of appearance

In the future they same ones shopping at Ross
With a cart full of clearance
No investment in their goals, direction all fucked up
No control when they stearin'
Up in the morning I'm working on lyrics
I got a cup of the Folgers, I'm cheerin'
I toast to the time's I resented reflections
But now when I look, it's a goat in the mirror

The operation lil' different over here
Let me explain it
I went to college, I sat in them lectures
My cousin was cuffed, had to sit with the bailiffs
I still haven't seen him in person, but when he off papers
He knows that we gon' celebrate it
This shit been years in the making
But nigga we finally made it

Off hooks alone, could get ten for a feature
If she off the hook, then I catch and release her
I give it a year, I'ma stay at the Nobu Telly
When I check in Ibiza
I get a check from fending off demons
If Galaxy send it, I shred it to pieces
Can't lie my time is coming
I'm an honest man, so you better believe it

The top good, she look up and I'm cheesin'
Give her a tip, pass her a 50
She sharing my secrets? Bad news
We gotta move like the Vatican City
Or move like a Gypsy, always on go
Liq in my kidneys, I'm saucy fasho
If they want the smoke, toss me a cone
We rollin' up, bring it straight it ya door
Straight to ya

Yeah, we sliding in silence like WD
40 on me, but isn't a beam
I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin'
Yeah it's family business when dealing with me
Kush did a bit, he was out it for three
The bloodline home base in Wisconsin
Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese
We in it for life, I put it on Strauss
I came a long way from them Michigan nights
Where sippin' my vice
Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice
The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up
I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice
But they never listen, they hard of hearin'
Too focused on the art of appearance

In the future I'm that same nigga
That be still trappin' even though I got millions
GPS trippin', no direction
Gettin' good head, rollin' up while I'm stearin'
I got a bottle of Henny, I'm chearin'
I told her not to take off what she wearing
'Cause that ain't my focus, now go run some errands
'Cause one thing you're not finna do is run Aaron

Ain't no comparin'
Bitches be looking at me like muhfuckin' mirror, they starin'
I ain't no parent, but all these niggas my sons
And I buy they clothes on clearance
Chill with that starin', 'cause if I feel you a threat
I'ma up this hoe and get to airin'
I like to smoke when I rap
I feel like that shit make me a lil' sharper, like Darren

If they don't know then they can find out about me
I'll fly to Cali, catch a body by Ollie
Don't make me go back to when I was out wildin'
Cause now we legal and that money just pilin'
Wipe his nose cause he just sneezed
Do that boy like he allergic to pollen
And ever since I did that first song with Ollie
Been blowing out these bitches backs like a dolphin

And play with cuz on site, gotta off 'em
Check his fever, 'cause that boy in a coffin
Throw the pack at me, know I'ma Moss it
And bust a couple moves, and get right back off it
And word to Lombardi, we out for that cheese
I fuck with Aaron Rodgers, fuck Brees
National anthem, I'm takin' a knee
I fill a backwood full of white Runtz
And that bitch kickin', Jet Li

(Kush) We sliding in silence like WD
40 on me, but isn't a beam
I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin'
Yeah it's family business when dealing with me
Kush did a bit, he was out it for three
The bloodline home base in Wisconsin
Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese
We in it for life, I put it on Strauss
I came a long way from them Michigan nights
Where sippin' my vice
Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice
The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up
I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice
But they never listen, they hard of hearin'
Too focused on the art of appearance