Big Yavo, Richard So Icey - Stolo lyrics

[Big Yavo, Richard So Icey - Stolo lyrics]

(LamarcusJ on all the beats now) uh
Uh (Uh, uh, uh) ooh (Think it's a game?)
I'm in this bitch groovin', groovin'
(Ayy, Karl, I'm high as fuck)
Richard So Icey in this bitch, let's go

Bitch, I got racks
Ayy, but I'm in a brand new stolen car, ayy
Whole lotta sticks in this
Bitch, say free Osama
Wanna go to war with gang
Finna pour out this shit for the sliders
Bitch give me head like mirror
She know I'm the one like Kyler
Ain't been rockin' no J's, baby
I got designer
Off White denim and flawless diamonds

Bitch got wet, why? I was smiling
Sellin' white girl like Miley Cyrus
Don't fuck with 12, run, I hear sirens
Need her nails did, so I got it polished
Pop me a Perc', you know I'ma demolish
Gas I'm smokin' is fruit
This shit here from the tropics
We havin' guns to switch up the topic
Cleaning crеw come through with sticks
And I mop it
Bad-ass toddler, my shit, I'ma pop it
Bitch give mе neck like an ostrich, ayy
Wanna wear what I wear
But these niggas can't rock it
Can't keep up with my pace, bitch
How you gon' cop it?
Youngin, fuck niggas was already jockin'
Hot as fuck in the game
Need a sponsor from Takis
He get up real early, he grab his jersey
Ice and his stick like he playin' hockey

Bitch, I got racks
Ayy, but I'm in a brand new stolen car, ayy
Whole lotta sticks in this
Bitch, say free Osama
Wanna go to war with gang
Finna pour out this shit for the sliders
Bitch give me head like mirror
She know I'm the one like Kyler
Ain't been rockin' no J's, baby
I got designer
Off White denim and flawless diamonds

I want the profit
Three or four hoes, they tropic
The dick good, say I'm toxic
Would bring all the bread out the breadhouse
But I'm hot and I ain't got enough pockets
Niggas want beef, ain't got enough rockets
And you know we trained to go with anybody
Send a bitch to snicker with
Him and she chocolate
I nicknamed her Jo, head sloppy
King of the hill, dude, and you Bobby
Son, when I pull up with Yavo, can't run
Give 'em a halo, I ain't sparin' nothin'
Chopper hold a hundun and I ain't done
Wet his wild ass up like a pond
Disrespect gettin' checked
I swear on my set
Take a nigga bitch and now he can't rest
Tell that my favorite part on
Her the bitch neck and I'm off the chain
I'm insane in the brain
Slide up and set a nigga on flames
And my nuts hang switch lanes in the stolo
I don't give a fuck if they
Say that the laws came
I'm ridin' with a shooter
He got him some nice aim
When I say main, you know we bring pain
Step in all black, we whack 'em plain jane
Central Park what I'm reppin'
You know I gotta claim it

Bitch, I got racks
Ayy, but I'm in a brand new stolen car, ayy
Whole lotta sticks in this
Bitch, say free Osama
Wanna go to war with gang
Finna pour out this shit for the sliders
Bitch give me head like mirror
She know I'm the one like Kyler
Ain't been rockin' no J's, baby
I got designer
Off White denim and flawless diamonds

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