Текст песни Oochie Wally Freestyle - dnsa

Turn me up
That's wonderful Tony

Aye Motherfucker touch my cypher
One without a green room full of all your writers
Let's beretta all my nines I no longer wanna fight 'em
I got night vision goggles we can squabble all night cuh
Shorty spun a web of a lies
Pull up in the Spyder
Keep a draco on my thugs, im riding with a writer
Go and ask 'Pino all my boys are max lifers
And until they drop dead it's to the pen I gotta write 'em
I can't visit
Felon
Degenerate
Ellen
Soulo touched the cell block
I didn't do no tellin'
Word to Shivy had 2 keep a shivy just for chillin'
If touch a milli I'll go get a boat for sailing
Nah fuck that
I'll get two boat verses
And 40 poundsgo inhale it
Scores I gotta settle that happened way back in Cambridge
Shouting at the devil, got heavy metal I'm aiming
Nicki Sixxin' with your bitches I been mixing since I came in
Smoking
Drinking
Sippin'
Sniffing'
Whole room spinnin'
I'm a rockstar
Haven't had a concert
All my brothers balling by themselves I feel like Lonzo
All this fucking mourning might as well just be Alonzo (666)
Now my demons in Toronto
Jordan still concords
Jumpin off of mom porch
Pop was a crime lord
Grew up with the Mob Ties
Fuck you think I'm Nice For?
Said fuck you think I'm nice for?
Let it run
Uh
I'm going in
Uh

Kajal know she gucci she don't ever gotta ask 4
I told her this was gods plan I been rocking Tom Ford
I'm Peelin' in the demon, Iman chiefin out my backdoor
Dusting off Guisesspes I don't know about your Air Force
They don't want young Vicky touching money like a drug lord
Ima ask you dummies moving funny -'fuck you run for?'
Ima pull up laughin' clappin' bastards going on tour
Tryna get the this green up while I'm baggin' like a lawn mower
Might just send ghost come and tote at your ma's door
Encore
Way they hit my front door
Might just hit they back door
Fuck you think I rap for?
Kobe with an Afro, fuck they get a pass for?
Think I need an Oscar, why I'm smarter but I act slow
Controlling', hold in anger while I'm bankin', need that mad dough
Fumbling the bag cause I haven't dropped the Crest flows
Alize & Redbull
Cali' smoke a chest full
Left the party early with your shawty
Yeah that flow
My city know that flow
It's Lost Soul or King Soul
Fuck you other fake souls
Get bullet now you late souls
Feds are tryna case close
Ricky whippin' switching different whips he got the same clothes
AMG Mercedes me and Frankie used to race those
Anytime the game close, coming with the Dame flows
Known for the shooters soul's staple like the lake show
Tony moving work around for Turk's and now we Caicos
Connected like a LEGO
Sweeter than a EGGO
Pesos on payroll
Get your fucking pace slowed
One call to Ramos
It's first blood like Rambo
Have you seen Sopranos?
Hold up change the change the channel
Amiri on my Flannel
There's Gucci on my flannel

There's Gucci on my flannel
My flannel
There's Gucci on my flannel
Amiri on my flannel There's Gucci on my-
There's Gucci on my flannel
Amiri on my flannel There's Gucci on my-
There's Gucci on my flannel